THE BATTLE OF CUNAXA
 THE eventful battle which was now fought between the rival brothers, was
called after some villages which were then in the neighbourhood, but which
have long since disappeared, the battle of Cunaxa.
Cyrus had desired Clearchus to charge the centre of the enemy's line, where
the King was stationed. "For," he said, "if we win there, the whole battle is
But Clearchus was afraid that if the Hellenes were to advance against the
centre, they would find themselves surrounded by the innumerable host of the
enemy and attacked on all sides at once. He therefore thought it better to
attack the troops of the left wing, immediately opposite to him, and he
assured Cyrus that his plan would succeed. But, judging from the result, he
would have done better to follow the instructions of Cyrus.
The troops of the left wing consisted of a body of cavalry under the command
of Tissaphernes; a company of archers who carried shields of basket-work
fastened to poles which they stuck into the ground for protection while
discharging their arrows; and a company of Egyptian infantry, armed with
great wooden shields
that covered their whole body. Contrary to the expectation of Cyrus, they
advanced, behind their scythe-chariots, in silence, and with a firm, even
When they had come within a distance of five or six hundred yards, the
Hellenes sang the paean, or battle-hymn, and began to move forwards, at
first slowly, but by degrees faster and faster, until their pace was like a
At the mere sight of them, the Barbarians turned and fled. Before they had
come within arrowshot, the enemy's line was broken, and in wild confusion,
the archers thinking of nothing but saving their lives by running away. The
drivers of the scythe-chariots sprang from their seats and left the horses
to go where they pleased. The horses rushed pell-mell over the plain, some
to the right, some to the left; many of them ran back into their own ranks
adding to the confusion there; only a few went in the direction of the
Hellenes, and these did no harm.
The only part of the line that made any resistance was the cavalry of
Tissaphernes. These troops rode rapidly forward against the light-armed
Hellene, archers. But they, at the approach of the cavalry, opened their
ranks and let them pass through, and then hurled javelins and arrows at them
as they went by. The whole injury sustained by the Hellenes in this charge
consisted in the loss of one man shot by an arrow, and another disabled
through being caught by one of the scythe-chariots.
It was only at the end of several hours that the Hellenes returned from the
pursuit of the flying Barbarians. On their way back they met with another
detachment of the enemy's troops, but these they defeated, if possible, even
more easily than the first.
They were now very anxious for their long-delayed meal, for as yet they had
eaten nothing that day. But Cyrus had arranged that all the food should be
stored in the Barbarian camp, which had been plundered by a body of the
enemy's troops. The Hellenes were consequently obliged to go supperless to
bed, only a few of them having been able to find something to eat. Yet they
were cheered by the thought of the victory they had won, and by the hope
that Cyrus had in
like manner triumphed over the cowardly Barbarians opposed to him. They had
not indeed heard anything of him, but supposed that he had gone far in
pursuit of his foes, and was therefore at a distance from the camp.
The next morning, as they had nothing else to eat, they slaughtered the oxen
and asses belonging to the baggage-wagons, and sought in the battle-field
for fuel to make a fire. There they found great quantities of arrows, and
shields both of wood and wicker-work, as well as empty wagons and overturned
chariots. All of these they piled up in heaps, and kindled therewith several
fires in which they cooked the food, holding it
in the flame on their spear-points, and so appeased their hanger for that
They wondered however that Cyrus neither came, nor sent them word of what
had happened since they had left him to pursue the Barbarians, and resolved
to set out in search of him. But whilst they were preparing for the start,
they were hailed by two soldiers of the army of Cyrus, who brought them this
terrible news:—"Cyrus is dead. Ariaeus and the Barbarians under him
have been put to flight."
On perceiving the easy victory won by the Hellenes, Cyrus had been beside
himself with joy, for he thought that the fate of the day was already
decided. All those around him shared his expectation, and the officers of
the body-guard sprang from their horses and threw themselves in the dust
before him, as if he were already the Great King.
For a moment he waited to see what the enemy would do. Then, observing that
the troops of Artaxerxes were making a movement as if to wheel round and
attack him in the rear, he hesitated no longer, but dashed forward with his
six hundred chosen companions towards the place where the King was stationed
with his guard of six thousand horse.
With his own hand Cyrus killed the leader of the guard, and so irresistible
was the charge, that the ranks of the enemy were broken through in a moment,
and driven right and left before the cavalry of Cyrus, who pursued them
Thus it happened that the prince was left almost alone, with only his most
intimate friends, those whom he called his table-companions, round him. At
moment he caught sight of his hated brother, the troops in front of the King
having been put to flight, and on seeing him, lost all command of himself.
Mad with passion he galloped up to him, crying out, "I see the man!" and
hurling his javelin, hit him in the breast, inflicting a wound which however
was but slight, the course of the javelin having been checked by the coat of
mail worn by the King.
But at that moment, while still almost alone, Cyrus was struck under the eye
by the javelin of a Carian lancer. It was a mortal wound, and falling from
his horse to the ground, he died immediately. All his table-companions fell
around him; the most faithful of all leaped from his horse and threw himself
upon the corpse, where he was either killed by the enemy, or, as some say,
fell upon his own sword.
The head and right hand of Cyrus were cut off by command of Artaxerxes, and
carried through the ranks on the point of a long spear. And when Ariaeus,
who commanded the right wing of the rebel army, saw that Cyrus was dead, he
sought safety in flight. Thus the battle which had begun so well for Cyrus,
turned in a moment quite unexpectedly, and all the hopes of his followers
were dashed to the ground.
But for the javelin thrust which ended the life of Cyrus, the future history
of Persia might have been very different. Artaxerxes, the indolent, was not
the man to save his country. From him no effort could be expected, no
attempt to improve his subjects, or check the luxurious selfishness which
was bringing the country to ruin. But had Cyrus, the brave, wise, and
generous Cyrus, become King, he might have been able, not only to
arrest the ruin, but even to restore the empire to something of its former
greatness. For since the time of Cyrus I., the throne of Persia had never
been occupied by a man so worthy and so able to govern a great nation as was
his young namesake.
Had it been Artaxerxes who had fallen in the battle, the Queen-mother
Parysatis would hardly have wept other than tears of joy, for then Cyrus
would have been sure of the throne. But now that her best-beloved son was
killed, the grief of Parysatis was only equalled by her burning desire for
vengeance on all who had had any part in his death. She contrived to get
into her power the Carian archer by whose javelin her son had been wounded,
and the soldier who had carried through the ranks his head and hand, and
caused them both to be tortured to death.
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