'Thou, O king,' said Artabanus, 'art going against men . . . who are said to be most brave and strong both by sea and land. And it is right I should say why we ought to fear them. Thou sayest that thou wilt make a bridge over the Hellespont and carry thine army through Europe against Hellas: and so we may be beaten either by land or by sea or by both; for the men are said to be strong, and it would seem that they are, if by themselves alone the Athenians destroyed the great host that landed at Marathon.'
Now Xerxes was, as I told you, a timid king. So as he listened now to one, now to another of his counsellors, he did not know what to do. First he thought that he would go to Greece, then he thought that he would not go. One night, while he still hesitated, the king had a strange dream. In his dream a man fair and tall stood over him, who said, 'Dost thou repent, O Persian, from leading an army against Hellas, when thou hast charged thy people to gather their hosts together? Thou doest not well in thy change of counsel, neither is there any one who will forgive thee. Go thou on the road in which thou didst purpose to walk on the day that is past.'
When Xerxes awoke he tried to thrust away the memory of his dream, for he now wished to follow the advice of Artabanus and stay at home.
But the next night, as he slept, he saw the same fair, tall man, who chided him for putting aside his words 'as though they had never been spoken.' 'But be thou sure,' he said, 'that if thou set not out forthwith, as thou hast become great and mighty in a little while, so in a little while shalt thou be made low.'
The king awoke from this second dream in sudden fear, and springing from his bed, he bade his servants bring Artabanus to him without delay.
When his uncle stood before him, Xerxes told his vision in feverish haste.
'Now if it be a god who sends it,' said the king, 'and if it
