"Praise we the All-Wise God, who hath made and created the years and the ages;Praise him who in the heavens hath sown and hath scattered the seed of the stars;Praise him who moves between the three ages that are, and that have been, and shall be;Praise him who rides on death, in whose hand are all power and honour and glory;Praise him who made what seemeth, the image of living, the shadow of life;Praise him who made what is, and hath made it eternal for ever and ever,Who made the days and nights, and created the darkness to follow the light,Who made the day of life, that should rise up and lighten the shadow of death."
"Praise we the All-Wise God, who hath made and created the years and the ages;Praise him who in the heavens hath sown and hath scattered the seed of the stars;Praise him who moves between the three ages that are, and that have been, and shall be;Praise him who rides on death, in whose hand are all power and honour and glory;Praise him who made what seemeth, the image of living, the shadow of life;Praise him who made what is, and hath made it eternal for ever and ever,Who made the days and nights, and created the darkness to follow the light,Who made the day of life, that should rise up and lighten the shadow of death."
"Praise we the All-Wise God, who hath made and created the years and the ages;
Praise him who in the heavens hath sown and hath scattered the seed of the stars;
Praise him who moves between the three ages that are, and that have been, and shall be;
Praise him who rides on death, in whose hand are all power and honour and glory;
Praise him who made what seemeth, the image of living, the shadow of life;
Praise him who made what is, and hath made it eternal for ever and ever,
Who made the days and nights, and created the darkness to follow the light,
Who made the day of life, that should rise up and lighten the shadow of death."
Zoroaster raised one hand to heaven as he chanted the hymn, and all the priests sang with him in calm and holy melody, as though death were not even then with them. But Nehushta still held his other hand fast, and her own were icy cold.
With a crash, as though the elements of the earth were dissolving into primeval confusion, the great bronze doors gave way, and fell clanging in—and the yells of the besiegers came to the ears of the priests, as though the cover had been taken from the caldron of hell, suffering the din of the damned and their devils to burst forth in demoniac discord.
In an instant the temple was filled with a swarm of hideous men, whose eyes were red with the lust of blood and their hands with slaughter. Their crooked swords gleamed aloft as they pressed forward in the rush, and their yells rent the very roof.
They had hoped for treasure,—they saw but a handful of white-robed unarmed men, standing around one taller than the rest; and in the throng they saw two women. Their rage knew no bounds, and their screams rose more piercing than ever, as they surrounded the doomed band, and overwhelmed them, and dyed their misshapen blades in the crimson blood that flowed so red and strong over the fair white vestures.
The priests struggled like brave men to the last. They grasped their hideous foes by arm and limb and neck, and tossed some of them back upon their fellows; fighting desperately with their bare hands against the armed murderers. But the foe were a hundred to one, and the priests fell in heaps upon each other while the blood flowed out between the feet of the wild, surging throng, who yelled and slew, and yelled again, as each priest tottered back and fell, with the death-wound in his breast.
At last, one tall wretch, with bloodied eyes and distorted features, leaped across a heap of slain and laid hold of Nehushta by the hair with his reeking hand, and strove to drag her out. But Zoroaster's thin arms went round her like lightning and clasped her to his breast. Then the little Syrian maid raised her Indian knife, with both hands, high above her head, and smote the villain with all her might beneath the fifth rib, that he died in the very act; but ere he had fallen, a sharp blade fell swiftly, like a crooked flash of light, and severed the small hands at the wrist; and the brave, true-hearted little maid fell shrieking to the floor. One shriek—and that was all; for the same sword smote her again as she lay, and so she died.
But Nehushta's head fell forward on the high priest's breast, and her arms clasped him wildly as his clasped her.
"Oh, Zoroaster, my beloved, my beloved! Say not any more that I am unfaithful, for I have been faithful even unto death, and I shall be with you beyond the stars for ever!"
He pressed her closer still, and in that awful moment, his white face blazed with the radiant light of the new life that comes by death alone.
"Beyond the stars and for ever!" he cried. "In the light of the glory of God most high!"
The keen sword flashed out once more and severed Nehushta's neck, and found its sheath in her lover's heart; and they fell down dead together, and the slaughter was done.
But on the third day, Darius the king returned; for a messenger met him, bringing news that his soldiers had slain the rebels in Echatana, though they were ten to one. And when he saw what things had been done in Stakhar, and looked upon the body of the wife he had loved, lying clasped in the arms of his most faithful and beloved servant, he wept most bitterly. And he rode forth and destroyed utterly the wild riders of the eastern hills, and left not one child to weep for its father that was dead. But two thousand of them he brought to Stakhar, and crucified them all upon the roadside, that their blood might avenge the blood of those he had loved so well.
And he took the bodies of Zoroaster the high priest, and of Nehushta the queen, and of the little Syrian maid, and he buried them with spices and fine linen, and in plates of pure gold, together in a tomb over against the palace, hewn in the rock of the mountain.
1Josephus,Antiquities of the Jews, book x. chap. xi. 7.2"Thou art to me as the beam of the east rising in a strange land."—Ossian.3Between five and six hundred English miles. South American postilions at the present day ride six hundred miles a week for a bare living.4Herodotus, book iii. chap. lxxii.5The Mazdayashnian Dakhma, or place of death. This figure represents the ground-plan of the modern Parsi Tower of Silence.6The term "universal agent" has been used in the mysticism of ages, to designate that subtle and all-pervading fluid, of which the phenomena of light, heat, electricity and vitality are considered to be but the grosser and more palpable manifestations.7Hermes Trismegistus,Poemandresxi. 2.8Istakhar, called since the conquest of Alexander, Persepolis.9Probably the oldest hymns in the Avesta language.10Ahura, Jupiter. Tistrya, Sirius.11Partly a translation, partly a close imitation in a condensed form of Yashna I.
1Josephus,Antiquities of the Jews, book x. chap. xi. 7.
2"Thou art to me as the beam of the east rising in a strange land."—Ossian.
3Between five and six hundred English miles. South American postilions at the present day ride six hundred miles a week for a bare living.
4Herodotus, book iii. chap. lxxii.
5The Mazdayashnian Dakhma, or place of death. This figure represents the ground-plan of the modern Parsi Tower of Silence.
6The term "universal agent" has been used in the mysticism of ages, to designate that subtle and all-pervading fluid, of which the phenomena of light, heat, electricity and vitality are considered to be but the grosser and more palpable manifestations.
7Hermes Trismegistus,Poemandresxi. 2.
8Istakhar, called since the conquest of Alexander, Persepolis.
9Probably the oldest hymns in the Avesta language.
10Ahura, Jupiter. Tistrya, Sirius.
11Partly a translation, partly a close imitation in a condensed form of Yashna I.