In a few months you will be my son's wife, and then the gods may grant you that gift, which, by implanting within you the feelings of a mother, will prevent you from feeling the need of one." "May Ormuszd hear and give his blessing!" said Cambyses.

"I rejoice, mother, that my wife pleases you, and I know that when once she becomes familiar with our manners and customs she will be happy here.

If Nitetis pay due heed, our marriage can be celebrated in four months." "But the law--" began his mother.
"I command--in four months, and should like to see him who dare raise an objection.

Farewell! Nebenchari, use your best skill for the queen's eyes, and if my wife permit, you, as her countryman, may visit her to-morrow.

Farewell! Bartja sends his parting greetings.