swords in our hands and to inflict punishment on them for what they have done, and from this time forward will be on terms of downright war with them, then, God helping, we have many a bright hope of safety.”  The words were scarcely spoken when someone sneezed[2], and with one impulse the soldiers bowed in worship; and Xenophon proceeded:  “I propose, sirs, since, even as we spoke of safety, an omen from Zeus the Saviour has appeared, we vow a vow to sacrifice to the Saviour thank-offerings for safe deliverance, wheresoever first we reach a friendly country; and let us couple with that vow another of individual assent, that we will offer to the rest of the gods ‘according to our ability.’  Let all those who are in favour of this proposal hold up their hands.”  They all held up their hands, and there and then they vowed a vow and chanted the battle hymn.  But as soon as these sacred matters were duly ended, he began once more thus:  “I was saying that many and bright are the hopes we have of safety.  First of all, we it is who confirm and ratify the oaths we take by heaven, but our enemies have taken false oaths and broken the truce, contrary to their solemn word.  This being so, it is but natural that the gods should be opposed to our enemies, but with ourselves allied; the gods, who are able to make the great ones quickly small, and out of sore perplexity can save the little ones with ease, what time it pleases them.  In the next place, let me recall to your minds the dangers of our own forefathers, that you may see and 11 know that bravery is your heirloom, and that by the aid of the gods brave men are rescued even out of the midst of sorest straits.  So was it when the Persians came, and their attendant hosts[3], with a very great armament, to wipe out Athens from the face of the earth—­the men of Athens had the heart to withstand them and conquered them.  Then they vowed to Artemis that for every man they slew of the enemy, they would sacrifice to the goddess goats so many; and when they could not find sufficient for the slain, they resolved to offer yearly five hundred; and to this day they perform that sacrifice.  And at a somewhat later date, when Xerxes assembled his countless hosts and marched upon Hellas, then[4] too our fathers conquered the forefathers of our foes by land and by sea.

[1] So it is said of the Russian General Skobelef, that he had a
    strange custom of going into battle in his cleanest uniform,
    perfumed, and wearing a diamond-hilted sword, “in order that,” as
    he said, “he might die in his best attire.”

[2] For this ancient omen see “Odyssey,” xvii. 541:  “Even as she
    spake, and Telemachus sneezed loudly, and around the roof rung
    wondrously.  And Penelope laughed.” . . .  “Dost thou not mark how
    my son has sneezed a blessing on all my words?”