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other ways. Hitherto we have
spoken of the Persians as a whole: we will now go back to our
starting-point and recount the deeds of Cyrus from his childhood.
[C.3] Until he was twelve years old or more, Cyrus was brought up in
the manner we have described, and showed himself to be above all his
fellows in his aptitude for learning and in the noble and manly
performance of every duty. But about this time, Astyages sent for his
daughter and her son, desiring greatly to see him because he had heard
how noble and fair he was. So it fell out that Mandane came to
Astyages, bringing her son Cyrus with her. [2] And as soon as they met,
the boy, when he heard that Astyages was his mother's father, fell on
his neck and kissed him without more ado, like the loving lad nature
had made him, as though he had been brought up at his grandfather's
side from the first and the two of them had been playmates of old. Then
he looked closer and saw that the king's eyes were stencilled and his
cheeks painted, and that he wore false curls after the fashion of the

Medes in those days (for these adornments, and the purple robes, the
tunics, the necklaces, and the bracelets, they are all Median first and
last, not Persian; the Persian, as you find him at home even now-a-days,
still keeps to his plainer dress and his plainer style of living.) The boy,
seeing his grandfather's splendour, kept his eyes fixed on him, and
cried, "Oh, mother, how beautiful my grandfather is!" Then his mother
asked him which he thought the handsomer, his father or his
grandfather, and he answered at once, "My father is the handsomest of
all the Persians, but my grandfather much the handsomest of all the
Medes I ever set eyes on, at home or abroad." [3] At that Astyages
drew the child to his heart, and gave him a beautiful robe and bracelets
and necklaces in sign of honour, and when he rode out, the boy must
ride beside him on a horse with a golden bridle, just like King Astyages
himself. And Cyrus, who had a soul as sensitive to beauty as to honour,
was pleased with the splendid robe, and overjoyed at learning to ride,
for a horse is a rare sight in Persia, a mountainous country, and one
little suited to the breed.
[4] Now Cyrus and his mother sat at meat with the king, and Astyages,
wishing the lad to enjoy the feast and not regret his home, plied him
with dainties of every sort. At that, so says the story, Cyrus burst out,
"Oh, grandfather, what trouble you must give yourself reaching for all
these dishes and tasting all these wonderful foods!" "Ah, but," said
Astyages, "is not this a far better meal than you ever had in Persia?"
Thereupon, as the tale runs, Cyrus answered, "Our way, grandfather, is
much shorter than yours, and much simpler. We are hungry and wish to
be fed, and bread and meat brings us where we want to be at once, but
you Medes, for all your haste, take so many turns and wind about so
much it is a wonder if you ever find your way to the goal that we have
reached long ago." [5] "Well, my lad," said his grandfather, "we are not
at all averse to the length of the road: taste the dishes for yourself and
see how good they are." "One thing I do see," the boy said, "and that is
that you do not quite like them yourself." And when Astyages asked
him how he felt so sure of that, Cyrus answered, "Because when you
touch an honest bit of bread you never wipe your hands, but if you take
one of these fine kickshaws you turn to your napkin at once, as if you
were angry to find your fingers soiled." [6] "Well and good, my lad,
well and good," said the king, "only feast away yourself and make good

cheer, and we shall send you back to Persia a fine strong fellow." And
with the word he had dishes of meat and game set before his grandson.
The boy was taken aback by their profusion, and exclaimed,
"Grandfather, do you give me all this for myself, to do what I like with
it?" "Certainly I do," said the king. [7] Whereupon, without more ado,
the boy Cyrus took first one dish and then another and gave them to the
attendants who stood about his grandfather, and with each gift he made
a little speech: "That is for you, for so kindly teaching me to ride;"
"And that is for you, in return for the javelin you gave