My tale is not yet ended.

After the death of Tomyris discord broke out among the Massagetae.

Two claimants for the crown appeared; half our nation fought for the one, half for the other, and our hosts were thinned, first by this fearful civil war and then by the pestilence which followed in its track.

We can no longer resist your power, and therefore come with heavy loads of pure gold as the price of peace." "Ye submit then without striking a blow ?" asked Cambyses.

"Verily, I had expected something else from such heroes; the numbers of my host, which waits assembled on the plains of Media, will prove that.