"The Massagetae deem your father's soul too well avenged already.

The only son of our queen, his people's pride, and in no way inferior to Cyrus, has bled for him.

The shores of the Araxes have been fertilized by the bodies of fifty thousand of my countrymen, slain as offerings for your dead king, while only thirty thousand fell there on your own side.

We fought as bravely as you, but your armor is better able to resist the arrows which pierce our clothing of skins.

And lastly, as the most cruel blow of all, ye slew our queen." "Tomyris is dead ?" exclaimed Cambyses interrupting him.