I reckon this to have been the fiercest. The
following, as I understand, was the manner of it:—First,
the two armies stood apart and shot their arrows at
each other; then, when their quivers were empty, they
closed and fought hand to hand with lances and daggers;
and thus they continued fighting for a length of time,
neither choosing to give ground. At length the
Massagetse prevailed. The greater part of the
army of the Persians was destroyed. Search was
made among the slain by order of the queen for the
body of Cyrus; and when it was found, she took a skin,
and, filling it full of human blood, she dipped the
head of Cyrus in the gore, saying, as she thus insulted
the corse, “I live and have conquered thee in
fight, and yet by thee am I ruined, for thou tookest
my son with guile; but thus I make good my threat,
and give thee thy fill of blood.” The engagement
was not as serious as the legend would have us believe,
and the growth of the Persian power was in no way
affected, by it. It cost Cyrus his life, but
his army experienced no serious disaster, and his men
took the king’s body and brought it to Pasargadae.
He had a palace there, the remains of which can still
be seen on the plain of Murgab. The edifice was
unpretentious, built upon a rectangular plan, with
two porches of four columns on the longer sides, a
lateral chamber at each of the four angles, and a
hypostyle hall in the centre, divided lengthways by
two rows of columns which supported the roof.
The walls were decorated with bas-reliefs, and wherever
the inscriptions have not been destroyed, we can read
in cuneiform characters in the three languages which
thenceforward formed the official means of communication
of the empire—Persian, Medic, and Chaldaean—the
name, title, and family of the royal occupant.
Cyrus himself is represented in a standing posture
on the pilasters, wearing a costume in which Egyptian
and Assyrian features are curiously combined.
He is clothed from neck to ankle in the close-fitting
fringed tunic of the Babylonian and Mnevite sovereigns;
his feet are covered with laced boots, while four great
wings, emblems of the supreme power, overshadow his
shoulders and loins, two of them raised in the air,
the others pointing to the earth; he wears on his
head the Egyptian skull-cap, from which rises one of
the most complicated head-dresses of the royal wardrobe
of the Pharaohs. The monarch raises his right
hand with the gesture of a man speaking to an assembled
people, and as if repeating the legend traced above
his image: “I am Cyrus, the king, the Achaemenian.”
He was buried not far off, in the monumental tomb
which he had probably built for himself in a square
enclosure, having a portico on three of its sides;
a small chamber, with a ridge roof, rises from a base
composed of six receding steps, so arranged as to
appear of unequal height.
[Illustration: 128.jpg CYRUS THE ACHAEMENIAN]
Drawn by Boudier, from the photograph by Dieulafoy.


