Alexander's next step was into Egypt, where the people had long desired
to drive out the Persians, and welcomed him gladly. He wished to make a
Greek settlement in Egypt, and bring Greek and Egyptian learning
together; so at the delta of the Nile he built the great city of
Alexandria, which still remains as important as ever.
So powerful did he feel himself, that a fancy crossed his mind that,
after all, he was no mere man, but the son of Jupiter, and a demi-god,
like Bacchus, or Hercules of old. There was a temple to the Egyptian god
Ammon, on an oasis, a fertile spot round a spring in the middle of the
desert, with an oracle that Alexander resolved to consult, and he made
his way thither with a small chosen band. The oasis was green with
laurels and palms; and the emblem of the god, a gold disk, adorned with
precious stones, and placed in a huge golden ship, was carried to meet
him by eighty priests, with maidens dancing round them. He was taken
alone to the innermost shrine. What he heard there he never told; but
after this he wore rams' horns on his helmet, because a ram's head was
one sign of the god, whom the Greeks made out to be the same as Jupiter;
and from this time forward he became much more proud and puffed up, so
that it is likely that he had been told by this oracle just what pleased
him.
He then went back to Tyre, and thence set out for the East. A bridge was
thrown across the Euphrates, but the Tigris was forded by the foot
soldiers, holding their shields above their heads out of the water. On
the other side Darius was waiting with all the men of the East to fight
for their homes, not for distant possessions, as had been the lands of
Asia Minor, Syria, and Egypt. The Greeks had four days' march along the
banks of the Tigris before coming in sight of the Persian host at Arbela.
It was so late that the two armies slept in sight of one another.
Parmenio advised the king to make a night attack, but all the answer he
got was, "It would be base to steal a victory;" and when he came in the
morning to say that all was ready, he found his master fast asleep, and
asked him how he could rest so calmly with one of the greatest battles in
the world before him. "How could we not be calm," replied Alexander,
"since the enemy is coming to deliver himself into our hands?"
He would not wear such a corslet as had been crushed into his shoulder at
Gaza, but put on a breastplate of thick quilted linen, girt with a broad
leather belt, guarded with a crust of finely-worked metal, and holding a
light, sharp sword. He had a polished steel helmet, a long spear in his
right hand, and a shield on his left arm; and thus he went forth to meet
Darius, who came in the midst of 200 chariots, armed with scythes, and
fifteen trained elephants. He had so many troops that he intended to
close the wings of his army in upon the Greeks, fold them up, and cut
them off; but Alexander, foreseeing this, had warned his men to be ready
to face about on any side, and then drew them up in the shape of a wedge,
and thus broke into the very heart of the Immortal band, and was on the
point of taking Darius prisoner, when he was called off to help Parmenio,
whose division had been broken, so that the camp was threatened.
Alexander's presence soon set all right again, and made the victory
complete; but Darius had had time to get away, and was galloping on a
swift horse to the Armenian mountains. There was nobody left to defend
Assyria, and Alexander marched in through the brazen gates of Babylon,
when the streets were strewn with flowers, and presents of lions and
leopards borne forth to greet the conqueror.
The great temple of Bel had been partly ruined by the fire-worshipping
Persians, and Alexander greatly pleased the Babylonians by decreeing that
they might restore it with his aid; but the Jews at Babylon would not
work at an idol temple, which they believed to be also the tower of
Babel, and on their entreaty Alexander permitted them to have nothing to
do with it.
After staying thirty days at Babylon, he went on to Susa, where he found
the brazen statues which Xerxes had carried away from the sack of Athens.
He sent them home again, to show the Greeks that he had avenged their
cause. When he came to Fars--or, as the Greeks called it, Persepolis--a
wretched band of Greek captives came out to meet him, with their eyes put
out, or their noses, ears, hands, or feet cut off. The Greeks never
tortured: it was a dreadful sight to them, and the king burst into tears,
and promised to send all safe home, but they begged him, instead, to help
them to live where they were, since they were ashamed to show themselves
to their kindred. Their misery made Alexander decide on giving the city
up to plunder; the men were killed, the women and children made slaves.
He meant to revenge on the Persian capital all that the Great Kings had
inflicted on the Greek cities, and one Corinthian actually shed tears of
joy at seeing him on the throne, exclaiming, "What joy have those Greeks
missed who have not seen Alexander on the throne of Darius!"
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Poor Darius had pushed on into the mountains beyond Media, and thither
Alexander pursued him; but his own subjects had risen against him, and
placed him in a chariot bound with golden chains. Alexander dashed on in
pursuit with his fleetest horsemen, riding all night, and only resting in
the noonday heat, for the last twenty-five miles over a desert without
water. At daybreak he saw the Persian host moving along like a confused
crowd. He charged them, and there was a general flight, and presently a
cry that Darius was taken. Alexander galloped up and found the unhappy
king on the ground, speechless and dying, pierced with javelins by his
own subjects, who would not let him fall alive into the enemy's hands,
and supported by a Macedonian soldier, who had given him drink, and heard
his words of gratitude to Alexander for his kindness to his family, and
his hopes that the conqueror would avenge his death, and become sovereign
of the world. Alexander threw his own mantle over the body, and caused
it to be embalmed, and buried in the sepulchres of the Persian kings.
Now that the victory was gained, the Greeks wanted to go home, and keep
all the empire subject to them; but this was not Alexander's plan. He
meant to spread Greek wisdom and training over all the world, and to rule
Persians as well as Greeks for their own good. So, though he let the
Greek allies go home with pay, rewards, and honours, he kept his
Macedonians, and called himself by the Persian title, Shah in Shah, King
of Kings, crowned himself with the Persian crown, and wore royal robes on
state occasions. The Macedonians could not bear the sight, especially
the nobles, who had lived on almost equal terms with him. There were
murmurs, and Parmenio was accused of being engaged in a plot, and put to
death. It was the first sad stain on Alexander's life, and he fell into
a fierce and angry mood, being fretted, as it seems, by the murmurs of
the Macedonians, and harassed by the difficulties of the wild mountainous
country on the borders of Persia, where he had to hunt down the last
Persians who held out against him. At a town called Cyropolis, a stone
thrown from the walls struck him on the back of the neck, and for some
days after he could not see clearly, so that some harm had probably been
done to his brain. A few days later he was foolish enough to indulge in
a wine-drinking banquet, at which some flatterers began to praise him in
such an absurd manner that Clitus, the son of his good foster-mother
Lanika, broke out in anger at his sitting still to listen to them.
"Listen to truth," he said, "or else ask no freemen to join you, but
surround yourself with slaves."
Alexander, beside himself with rage, leaped up, feeling for his dagger to
kill Clitus, but it was not in his belt, and they were both dragged
backwards and held by their friends, until Alexander broke loose,
snatched a pike from a soldier, and laid Clitus dead at his feet; but the
moment he saw what he had done, he was hardly withheld from turning the
point against himself, and then he shut himself up in his chamber and
wept bitterly, without coming out or tasting food for three days. He
caused Clitus to be buried with all honours, and offered great sacrifices
to Bacchus, thinking that it was the god's hatred that made him thus pass
into frenzy when he had been drinking wine.
He spent three years in securing his conquest over the Persian empire,
where he won the love of the natives by his justice and kindness, and
founded many cities, where he planted Greeks, and tried to make schools
and patterns for the country round. They were almost all named
Alexandria, and still bear the name, altered in some shape or other; but
though some of his nearer friends loved him as heartily as ever, and many
were proud of him, or followed him for what they could get, a great many
Macedonians hated him for requiring them to set the example of respect,
and laughed at the Eastern forms of state with which he was waited on,
while they were still more angry that he made the Persians their equals,
and not their slaves. So that he had more troubles with the Macedonians
than with the strangers.
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