After the generals had been seized and such of the captains and soldiers as accompanied them had been killed, the Greeks were naturally in great perplexity (en polléi de aporiai ésan hoi Hellénes), reflecting that they were at the King’s gates, that round about them on every side were many hostile tribes and cities, that no one would provide them with market any longer, that they were distant from Greece no less than ten thousand stadia, that they had no guide to show them the way, that they were cut off by impassable rivers which flowed across the homeward route (potamoi de dieirgon adiabatoi en mesói tés oikade hodou), that the barbarians who had made the upward march with Cyrus had also betrayed them (proudedókesan de autous kai hoi sun Kyrói anabantes barbaroi). Full of these reflections (taut’ ennooumenoi) and despondent as they were (kai athumós echontes), but few of them tasted food at evening, few kindled a fire, and many did not come that night to their quarters, but lay down wherever they each chanced to be, unable to sleep for grief and longing for their native states and parents, their wives and children, whom they thought they should never see again (hous oupot’ enomizon eti opsethai). Such was the state of mind (houtó men dé diakeimenoi) in which they all lay down to rest (pantes anepauonto).
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