The History of Antiquity, Vol. 5 (of 6)Duncker, Max
History
The History of Antiquity, Vol. 5 (of 6)
Duncker, Max
History, Ancient
him; to the habitation in which he is satisfied he gives troops of
cattle and men. The fire of Auramazda gives the straightest path to
those who do not deceive Mithra. But if the lord of the house, the
village, the canton, the land deceives him, then Mithra in anger
destroys house and village, canton and land. Not all evil deeds, not all
deception, are seen by Mithra, saith the wicked man. But Mithra sees all
that is between heaven and earth. With ten thousand eyes he beholds the
man who hates and deceives him. His long arms with the might of Mithra
grasp what is in Eastern India (Hendu), and what is in Western, and what
is in the midst of this earth. The swiftest deceivers of Mithra do not
reach the goal; they do not escape on horseback, nor reach the goal in
chariots.
"Mithra, the lord of lands, whose countenance beams like the star
Tistrya, travels forth to the right end of the earth from the brilliant
Garonmana (the abode of the gods), equipped with golden helmet, and
silver coat of mail, with sharp long-shafted lance and swinging arrow,
on a beautiful chariot with a golden wheel and silver spokes, which four
white horses draw, their fore-hoofs shod with gold, their hinder hoofs
with silver, harnessed in the yoke which is bent over them. In his hand
is a club with a hundred studs, and a hundred blades, heavy at the end,
making havoc of men; bound with brass on the handle, mighty and golden,
the strongest and most victorious of weapons. Before him goes
Verethraghna in the form of a boar, sharp of tusk, fat, enraged,
striking at once with feet, claws, tail, and back of brass.[181] Next to
him goes the kindled fire, the strong, royal grace. As a protection of
the chariot are a thousand bows of bone, whose strings are made of the
sinews of oxen, a thousand arrows plumed with feathers of the Kahrkaça,
with golden points and wooden shafts, and flakes of bone and iron, a
thousand lances with sharp points, a thousand missiles of copper, a
thousand two-edged swords. Strong as spirits they travel onward, strong
as spirits they fall on the skulls of the Daevas.
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