[7] He bade Gadatas and Gobryas take what jewels they could find to honour the dear friend and brave warrior who had fallen, and follow with all speed: and he bade the keepers of the herds, the cattle, and the horses drive up their flocks wherever they heard he was, that he might sacrifice on the grave.
[8] But when he saw Pantheia seated on the ground and the dead man lying there, the tears ran down his cheeks and he cried: "O noble and loyal spirit, have you gone from us ?" Then he took the dead man by the hand, but the hand came away with his own: it had been hacked by an Egyptian blade.

[9] And when he saw that, his sorrow grew, and Pantheia sobbed aloud and took the hand from Cyrus and kissed it and laid it in its place, as best she could, and said: [10] "It is all like that, Cyrus.

But why should you see it ?" And presently she said, "All this, I know, he suffered for my sake, and for yours too, Cyrus, perhaps as much.

I was a fool: I urged him so to bear himself as became a faithful friend of yours, and he, I know, he never thought once of his own safety, but only of what he might do to show his gratitude.

Now he has fallen, without a stain upon his valour: and I, who urged him, I live on to sit beside his grave." [11] And Cyrus wept silently for a while, and then he said: "Lady, his end was the noblest and the fairest that could be: he died in the hour of victory.