Historical Miniatures Part 14

"I love all large cities!"

"But at the present moment, you ought to love ours the most."

"Yes, I do."

"You must also love our allies."

"Pardon me, who is your present ally?"

"At present, it is Sparta."

"Very well, then, I love Sparta."

"And suppose it is Athens to-morrow?"

"Then I will love Athens to-morrow."

"Thank you. Now I understand that it is all over with h.e.l.las. Old Greece is so corrupt, that it is hardly worth conquering."

"Protagoras taught that man is the measure of all things; therefore I measure the value of all things by myself; what has value for me, that I prize."

"Is that the teaching of your prophets? Then we have better ones; do you know Zarathrustra?"

"If it would do you a pleasure, I wish I had known him from childhood."

"Then you might have been able to distinguish good and evil, light and darkness, Ormuzd and Ahriman. And you would have lived in the hope that light will eventually conquer; and that all discordances will be reconciled through suffering."

"I can at any rate try. Is it a large book?"

"What are the names of your sacred books?"

"Sacred! What is that?"

"From whence do you get your religion, the knowledge of your G.o.ds?"

"From Homer, I believe."

"You do not believe that Zeus is the supreme ruler of the world?"

"Yes, I do certainly."

"But he was a false swearer and a lecher."

"Yes! But how can that be helped?"

Tissaphernes rose. "Listen, my guest; we cannot share any common undertaking, for we do not serve the same G.o.ds. You call us barbarians.

I, on my part, know no term of reproach strong enough for people who honour such G.o.ds. But the Athenians are as rotten as you, for they have pardoned you. Outside there stands an envoy from Athens come to beg you to return. Go to Athens; that is your place."

"To Athens? Never! I do not trust them."

"Nor they, you! That is appropriate. Go to Athens, and tell your countrymen--the Persian does not want them. The vine tendrils seek the sound elm, but turn away from the rotten cabbage-top."

Alcibiades had begun to walk up and down the room. That meant that he was irresolute.

"Is the Athenian really outside?" he asked.

"He kneels outside in order to beg the traitor Alcibiades to be their lord. But listen, you are a democrat, are you not?"

"Yes, of course."

"Then you must change your point of view, for now an oligarchy governs Athens."

"Yes, ah! yes, yes--but I am an aristocrat, the most aristocratic in the State."

"Spinning-top! Seek for a whip!"

Alcibiades stood still. "I think, I must speak with the Athenian after all."

"Do that! Speak the Athenian language to him! He does not understand Persian."

Alcibiades returned to Athens; the death-sentence against him was annulled; and as a commander who had won a battle, he was able to have a triumphal procession from Piraeus to the city. But popular favour was fickle, and, becoming suspected of aspiring to be king, he fled again, this time to the Persian satrap Pharnabazes. Since he could not live without intrigues, he was soon entangled in one, unmasked, and condemned, without his knowing it, to death.

One day he was sitting with his paramour, and chatting quietly at his ease: "You think, then, Timandra, that Cyrus marches against his brother Artaxerxes, in order to seize the throne of Persia."

"I am sure of it, and equally sure that he has ten thousand Athenians under Xenophon with him."

"Do you know whether Artaxerxes has been warned?"

"Yes, I know it."

"Who could have warned him?"

"You did."

"Does Cyrus know that?"

"Yes, he does."

"Who has betrayed me?"

"I did."

"Then I am lost."

"Yes, you are."

"To think that I must fall through a woman!"