Part 15: Alexander's Letter to King Fur

From his birthplace he drove his army like the wind; his treasure went to Kannauj and stayed there. When he brought his army near Fur, he ordered a letter written, full of war and fury. From the great king Alexander son of Philip, kindler of fire, giver of blessings and greetings, to Fur the Indian, commander of India, high in fortune and marshal of the armies of Sind. He opened the letter with praise of God, who was and always will be in his place. Whoever God makes victorious, the country and crown and throne remain with him. But if he holds it cheap, he will be brought low, and the high sun will not shine on him. You have surely heard what the pure God has given us on this dark earth: victory and fortune and royal splendor, the diadem and the throne of kings. Nothing lasts; our day passes and another comes to enjoy what we had. I strive for a name that lasts, not for shame, within this narrow orbit of the moon and the compass. When this letter reaches you, clear away your dark thoughts and do no harm. Come down from your high throne and mount your horse; do not take counsel with priest or guide. Seek safety from us and do not scheme, for a schemer only drags the matter out. If you disobey my command for even a moment, choosing pride and defiance, I will bring a heavy army like fire, chosen heroes and bold warriors. When I come to battle with my horsemen, you will regret this delay. When these words on the matter were weighed and set down, the scribe finished the letter. They pressed Alexander's seal upon its face and sought out a fitting envoy. The king's messenger to Fur was one who spoke sometimes of war, sometimes of feasting and celebration. The envoy came up to the court, and they announced him to proud Fur. They called the worldly, experienced man before him and seated him on the throne close by.