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I only know he would rather have men say, ‘Xerxes conquered a proud nation, hard to subdue,’ than, ‘He conquered a feeble race of whining slaves.’ ” “Excellent! In all save your vain confidence of victory, you seem wise beyond your youth. You are handsome. You are noble—” “Very noble,” interposed Mardonius. “And you saved the lives of Mardonius and Artazostra.
And not a pitiful three hundred, but ten thousand bold and strong stood against the Barbarian that morning. Mardonius was facing the finest infantry in the world, and the avenging of Leonidas was nigh. “Ah!—la—la—la! Ah!—la—la—la!”
When a man truly learns how little important he is in the world, he is generally beyond the danger of becoming galled by his harness, whatever it may be. "Now I praise you, brethren, that ye remember me in all things, and keep the ordinances as I delivered them unto you." "O popular applause! What heart of man Is proof against thy sweet seducing charms?" "Arbaces. Why now, you flatter. "Mardonius.
He appointed Mardonius to succeed Artaphernes as satrap in western Asia, and he placed under his command a large armament, with injunctions to bring to Susa those Athenians and Eretrians who had insulted the authority of the Great King.
Glaucon had wisdom enough to touch it,—a token that he was admitted to audience with the king. “You are from Athens, beautiful Hellene,” spoke Xerxes, still admiring the stranger. “I will question you. Let Mardonius interpret.” “I have learned Persian, great sir,” interposed Glaucon, never waiting for the bow-bearer.
Mardonius, after crossing the Hellespont, commenced his march through Thrace and Macedonia, subduing, as he went along, the tribes which had not yet submitted to the Persian power.
“You hear, Prexaspes,” said Xerxes, mollified. “I am glad, for the man who questions my wisdom touching your advancement must be impaled. To-morrow is my birthday, you will not fail to sit with the other great lords at the banquet.” “The king overpowers me with his goodness.” “Do not fail to deserve it. Mardonius is always praising you.
And, showing the sun to those who came from Mardonius, "as long as that retains the same course, so long," said he, "shall the citizens of Athens wage war with the Persians for the country which has been wasted, and the temples that have been profaned and burnt by them."
Mardonius laughed horribly. “A fair price then for unlucky villany. Blessed be Mithra, who suffers me to give recompense. Wish me joy,”—as his captains came galloping around him,—“our duty to the king is finished. We shall win Hellas in fair battle.” “Then it were well, Excellency,” thrust in Artabazus, “since the plot is foiled, to retire to the camp.” Mardonius’s eyes flashed lightnings.
“I was too young to bear a spear at Marathon,” was the unflinching answer. “Learn then to wield it in another army. Where is the archsecretary?” That functionary was present instantly. Mardonius, taking the whispers of the king, dictated an order which the scribe stamped on his tablet of wet clay with a rapid stylus.
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