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Panthea’s Jewel

Xenophon, Cyropaedia 6.4.2
 

 “And Abradatas’s chariot with its four poles and eight horses was adorned most handsomely; and when he came to put on his linen corselet, such as they used in his country, Panthea brought him one of gold, also a helmet, arm-pieces, broad bracelets for his wrists–all of gold–and a purple tunic that hung down in folds to his feet, and a helmet-plume of hyacinth dye. All these she had had made without her husband’s knowledge, taking the measure for them from his armour. [3]  And when he saw them he was astonished and turning to Panthea, he asked: “Tell me, wife, you did not break your own jewels to pieces, did you, to have this armour made for me?”

 

    “No, by Zeus,” answered Panthea, “at any rate, not my most precious jewel; for you, if you appear to others as you seem to me, shall be my noblest jewel.”

 

    With these words, she began to put the armour on him, and though she tried to conceal them, the tears stole down her cheeks.”

 

 

 

 A sister post, to the one below. Both problematic, and enhancing. We break to decorate what cannot be broken.

 

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