The Journey of Bersobis the Dacian in the Reign of Arbaces III (173 AD – 189 AD) [1]
This is the book of Bersobis of the Getae, in the service of High King Dacebalus to Achaemenid King of Kings Arbaces II in which he tells of all he saw in the lands of the Macedonians, Thracians and Persians, their various customs, news of their King of Kings and their current status.
Our High King tasked me to beseech the King of Kings to send someone who could instruct him in the Faith of Zoroaster, teach him the laws of Ahura Mazda, build him a temple to house the sacred fire so that he could have the prayers said in his name in his lands and in all parts of his kingdom and also request that a fortress be built, for defence against the Romani and Gothians who were his adversaries.
The commander sent with me was Aelia Dacorum and with him were twenty soldiers and twelve men of the High King’s court and we had a train of ten donkeys and twenty five slaves. I was given the responsibility for reading the letter to the King of Kings, making over to him the gifts that had been sent him and this Aelia of the Apulians was to protect my body and the gifts sent by our High King. [2]
We set out from Apulum on Friday, 11 Mudra 109. We stayed one day at Sarmizegetusa and set out again, marching at speed, and reached Diema. We stayed there three days and then continued without halting until we reached the Danubia. We purchased travel on a Persian merchant vessel to cross the great river. The merchant captain told us we were lucky to come to him at this time. In a months’ time, the Danubia would freeze for its entire length and the ice would be three spans thick. The river remained like this for three months and no ship could cross to the land of the Achaemenids.
We crossed the Danubia, docking at the Macedonian fortress city of Sirmium and went to Ostropisus, the secretary of the satrap, who was called in Moesia ‘The Venerable Support’ Tiribazus . He gave orders that we should be provided with a house and sent us a man to attend to our needs and provide us with everything we might want. We spent several days waiting and then Ostropisus requested an audience for us with Tiribazus, who we learned was of the royal Achaemenid line. [3] We came before him and found he was a beardless youth. We greeted him with the title of satrap. He commanded us to sit down and the first thing he asked us was:
‘How did you leave your master, the king of the Dacians?
‘We left him in good health,’ we replied.
‘May Ahura Mazda increase his well-being!’ he exclaimed.
Next, he was read the letter requesting to let us set out, with a letter of safe passage not to hinder our mission.
He replied:
‘I hear and I will relay your request to the men of my governorship. May your journey be safe from Druj! Take the road south to Philippopolis. There you are to present yourself to my cousin, the Satrap Gobryas Vivanid, and he will advise you further in your journey to Byzantion.
We stayed in Sirmium for two more days and set out on the Persian royal road. This road is a wonder. It runs across mountain, marsh and river. It is built broad, straight and firm. It joins city with city and nation with nation. It is said to be tens of thousands of miles long, stretching out across the domain of the Achaemenids, and that all roads lead to the throne of Byzantion. [4] The journey to Philippopolis was supposed to take us four days. At the end of every day of travel, the Persians had a caravanserai where we could rest our mount and receive a warm meal. These caravanserais were controlled by soldiers and they collected fees for use of the road and the rest stop.
As we marched, the land around us changed, growing more mountainous and forested, wilder yet more tamed than the plains of Pannonia where my people reside. By now it was late in the season, and the trees had lost their leaves and the snows fell on the mountains, called Haemus by the locals. Our slaves said this land was the home of the Odrysians. We saw a land which made us think a gate to the cold of hell had opened before us. When snow falls, it is always accompanied by a rough and violent wind. In this country, when a man wishes to make a nice gesture to a friend and show his generosity, he says: ‘Come to my house where we can talk, for there is a good fire there.’ But Zalmoxis has given them abundant firewood, and it is very cheap: two of their drahm will buy a wagonload of pine wood, amounting to some 3,000 kad. It is the rule among them that beggars do not wait at the door, but come into the house and sit for an hour by the fire to warm up. Only then does the beggar say pekend, in other words, ‘bread’. [5]
Our crossing of the Haemus was protracted by the snows and it took us seven days to arrive at Philippopolis. We were tired and cold but the size of the city woke us from our frost-ridden stupor. It was said a hundred thousand people lived here in homes made of stone and wood. At the gates, we presented ourselves and our mission. We were shown at once to the ruler of the city, the Gobryas that our host in Sirmium had told us about. He showed us honour, admitted us to his presence and lodged us in a house. As we walked through the city, we gazed at what we saw around us. By Zalmoxia, the Persians tell us that all this was built by man but surely they must have been blessed by the gods.
In the centre of the city, the great Persian nobles lived in homes of cool, grey Thracian marble. As you enter the bustling agora, the wealth of the Achaemenids surrounds you. The agora or market square, is partly enclosed by a magnificent colonnade. The columns themselves are a marvel, some feature the engravings of the Greecian gods. Some of this had been defaced and smashed. The air is filled with a cacophony of languages as people from all corners of the empire live here in harmony.
At the centre of the agor is the fire temple of Zoroaster, a testament to the King of King’s faith in Ahura Mazda. It is the largest building I have yet seen. The facade, built from massive, polished marble slabs, built in the style of the Hellenes. Yet, the entrance is flanked by imposing winged bulls, mythical creatures said to reside in the Persian far east. It stood five man heights high and required one hundred and fifty paces to walk from end to end.
There are many gardens in this city. Our escort told us that during the spring, they would be lined with vibrant flowers and aromatic herbs and that shade would be provided by fruit tress laden with pomegranate and figs.
We were shown to the fire temple where we were told to make obeisance to Ahura Mazda before our audience with Golbyas could continue. Mosaics adorn the floor, gods battling the forces of Druj but also Persian hunting scenes and floral patterns. Statues of Greek heroes stand alongside winged figures like the Simurgh, a mythical bird from Persian lore. We are told they are Yazatas, beings worth of veneration by those of the faithful.
Our audience with Golbyas was short. He laughed when we expressed incredulity at the size of the city and he told us that if that be so, we would be struck down in wonder when we finally arrived in Byzantion. He made us pay for his hospitality in the city, forbidding us to leave till this ‘honorary’ was given. Aelia bristled at this but I quieted him before paying our host for his hospitality.
Afterwards, when we were back in the house provided to us, I said to Aelia:
“Our good King Dacebalus is aware of the Persian love for gold and ensured we had enough to speed us on. Do not be troubled by this and let us be glad that this is all he has asked for.”
After we departed Philippopolis, the road took us to east. Two days of travel brought us to another wonder of the Achaemenids, the Tomb of Arbaces II, the great grandfather of the current King of Kings. Built into the face of the mountain, is a great sanctuary. The eastern and western terraces are dominated by colossal statues, each one approximately four men heights tall. These statues depict various deities, lions, and eagles. The most prominent figures are the enthroned gods, each flanked by a lion and an eagle. These statues are said to be members of the court of Ahura Mazda in the heavens. The largest and the one in the place of honour was Ahura Mazda himself. The others are Mithra, Anahita and another god I did not recognise. The ancient King of Kings, Arbaces II is depicted amongst the gods, showing his ascension to the heavens to sit beside his god. We found large blocks of stone at the base of the statues, inscribed in both Greek and Persian. They detailed the deeds of Arbaces II, his lineage, and his worthiness to ascend to divinity. We paid our respects and continued on. [6]
Mount Damga is now a world heritage site and a popular tourist destination.
Finally, after another two days on the Road of Kings, we saw in the distance Byzantion. I swear there is no place like it on earth. From north to south, the city seemed to envelop the sea. I witnessed more men gathered here in one place than in any other and in the sea, a hundred hundred ships sailed in its bay. Before the city rose the famed Walls of Orodes, standing four man heights tall and encircling the city. Despite the height of these walls, we could see buildings rising even higher behind it. The walls were of red hue and capped by metal at the towers dotted across at regular intervals, glinting in the last rays of sunset. No army on earth could take this city and surely no king but the divinely blessed Achaemenid could have built it. I saw the wisdom of King Dacebalus in seeking their aid in the worship of the Persian faith and the building of defences in our land. [7]
A stylized rendition of the Byzantion/Achaemeniyya showing the many water features the city is famous for. In the foreground is the Hagia Sophia. Originally the site of the Temple of Smerdomenes, the Hagia Sophia was constructed originally as a fire temple before becoming a Christian Church during the fourth century, and enhanced by Darius I.
After another ‘negotiation’ at the gate, we were allowed to pass through and given an escort to the royal palace. From the Walls of Orodes to the city, it was three miles to the Golden Horn and the palace. As we walked, we saw fields for crops, orchards and many canals and pools with children playing in them. The city itself was laid out like a geometric pattern, the roads were straight and the buildings rigidly laid out. We passed large squares where the floor was a mosaic of many tiles, showing us Persian beasts and legendary gods, till we came to the House of the Chancellor. This was the office of the Achaemenid master of ceremonies and it stood eight man heights tall, with a large vaulted hall opening up to a beautiful courtyard with fountains in each corner. Again, the walls were made of intricate tilework and slaves fanned the officials of the court who rested on cushions in the hall. They called this open hall an Iwan and servants brought us refreshments – lime and pomegranate juice – before our audience could continue.
The Persian Chancellor then spoke to us, saying that the timing of our arrival was unfortunate as the old King of Kings had just passed away and that the court was busy preparing for his ascension to sit by the side of Ahura Mazda. [8] We asked then who was the new King of Kings. The Chancellor, whose name was Struthas of the House of Beth Narayan, and stood taller than any in our party with a long grey beard that reached to his belly, said that the Achaemenids now had a Queen of Queens, Anzaza, oldest of his children but our audience would have to wait the customary three months of grieving before we could seek the blessing of the righteous ruler of the world. We expressed our sadness to Struthas on the passing of the King of Kings and said:
“Oh God! Preserve Queen of Queens Anzaza and aid her in her divine mission.” [9]
The court officials nodded and seemed pleased at my words. Then what happened next was a surprise…
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[1] Bersobis was a 2nd century ambassador of the kingdom of Dacia, then still known as the Kingdom of Apullia. Dacia was a composite state made up of the many tribes of Dacia and Pannonia with a ceremonial king who paid tribute to the Achaemenids. Bersobis’ account of his journey from Dacia to Byzantium in 204-205 AD is unique in classical literature, coming from one of the so-called barbarian people. Bersobis was one of the few non-imperial sources we have and it reveals how outsiders viewed the empire when not tainted by Roman propaganda. Sent as an emissary of High King Dacebalus of the Dacians, his mission was to deliver a message and gifts for the King to the Achaemenid court, and to seek religious instruction for his people and to forge additional commitments of protection against the Romans and Germanics who threatened Dacia’s western border. The writing itself was in the Persian language but used the Greek script – reflecting the prestige of Persia and the synthesized nature of Eastern European high culture at this time.
[2] This is probably part of the yearly tribute that the Dacians paid to the Achaemenids. The small size of the party reflects the high levels of safety during the ‘Great Achaemenid Peace’ that endured for the past two centuries.
[3] Tiribazus was of the Achaemenid family but distantly related to the throne, probably a 2nd cousin of the sitting Achaemenid Shahanshah.
[4] Eventually shortened to the common phrase “All roads lead to the throne”. This phrase had two meanings. One was the literal meaning where you could follow any road and you would arrive in Byzantion eventually and the second became a euphemism for political skullduggery to claim power within the collapsing empire in the third and fourth centuries.
[5] The mention of the beggar asking for bread is especially poignant as the Odrysians had their citizenship revoked by Arbaces III in order to solve the labour shortage within the region of the capital after the plague. The full effects would take a few decades to bear out but deprived of citizenship rights, many fell into debt and bore the brunt of excessive taxation before being sold into slavery to pay those debts.
[6] Crowning one of the highest peaks of the Eastern Haemus mountain range, Mt Damga is the Hierotheseion (temple-tomb and house of the gods) built by Datis for his grandfather Arbaces II in the 2nd century. The Hierotheseion of Arbaces II is one of the most ambitious constructions of the Zoroastrian period. Its complex design and colossal scale combined to create a project unequalled in the ancient world. The syncretism of Zoroastrian and Greek beliefs and the lineage of its kings, which can be traced back to the time of Amastris, provides us invaluable information of the time period and the cultural hybridization taking place in Greece and Anatolia.
[7] Byzantion by this point was increasingly known as Achaemeniyya, the city of the Achaemenids. Bersobis’ anachronism was either a reflection of his ignorance or a rote Greek-based education. The city itself was home to just under a million people and the largest in the western hemisphere, despite the depredations of the plague.
[8] Arbaces III ruled for 16 years, passing away in 173 AD after a terrible fever. His reign is not particularly notable and no new policies or initiatives are known to have been passed by the Shahanshah who preferred the pleasures of the gardens and the hunt.
[9] This cliffhanger ending has made many historians curse in frustration. The rest of the pages of Bersobis has been lost to the ravages of time. We can only speculate that whatever happened was not too serious as he was able to make it back to Dacia and share this account with his people and with us in the far future.