The women, as usual, are all impatience.

Nitetis told me your rosy cheeks and fair curls had bewitched the Egyptian women too.

I would advise you to pray betimes to Mithras for eternal youth, and for his protection against the wrinkles of age!" "Do you mean to imply by these words that I have no virtues which could make an old age beautiful ?" asked Bartja.
"I explain my words to no one.

Come." "But I ask for an opportunity of proving, that I am inferior to none of my nation in manly qualities." "For that matter, the shouts of the Babylonians today will have been proof enough, that deeds are not wanted from you, in order to win their admiration." "Cambyses!" "Now come! We are just on the eve of a war with the Massagetae; there you will have a good opportunity of proving what you are worth." A few minutes later, and Bartja was in the arms of his blind mother.

She had been waiting for her darling's arrival with a beating heart, and in the joy of hearing his voice once more, and of being able to lay her hands again on that beloved head, she forgot everything else--even her first-born son who stood by smiling bitterly, as he watched the rich and boundless stream of a mother's love flowing out to his younger brother.
Cambyses had been spoiled from his earliest infancy.