The woman's tyrant smiled at it all, stopped his ears and pushed them all back with jests and laughter, promising Amytis the Median that Esther the Phoenician should be punished, and Esther the same of Amytis,--that Parmys should have a handsomer set of jewels than Parisatys, and Parisatys a more costly one than Parmys, but finding it impossible to get rid of these importunate petitioners, he blew a little golden whistle.

Its shrill tones acted like magic on the eager crowd; the raised hands fell in a moment, the little tripping feet stood still, the opening lips closed and the eager tumult was turned into a dead silence.
Whoever disobeyed the sound of this little whistle, was certain of punishment.

It was as important as the words "Silence, in the king's name!" or the reading of the riot-act.

To-day it worked even more effectually than usual.

Boges' self-satisfied smile showed that he had noticed this; he then favored the assembly with a look expressive of his contentment with their conduct, promised in a flowery speech to exert all his influence with the king in behalf of his dear little white doves, and wound up by telling them to arrange themselves in two long rows.
The women obeyed and submitted to his scrutiny like soldiers on drill, or slaves being examined by their buyer.
With the dress and ornaments of most he was satisfied, ordering, however, to one a little more rouge, to another a little white powder to subdue a too healthy color, here a different arrangement of the hair--there a deeper tinge to the eyebrows, or more pains to be taken in anointing the lips.
When this was over he left the hall and went to Phaedime, who as one of the king's lawful wives, had a private room, separated from those allotted to the concubines.
This former favorite,--this humbled daughter of the Achaemenidae, had been expecting him already some time.
She was magnificently dressed, and almost overloaded with jewels.