"Shall I really tell you?" asked Cyrus in his turn.
"By all means," said the other.
"And you will not be annoyed if I tell you the plain truth?"
[11] "On the contrary, it will comfort me to know I have not been wronged."
"Well, then, Chrysantas never waited to be called; he came of his own accord on our behalf, and he made it his business to do, not merely what he was ordered, but whatever he thought would help us. When something had to be said to the allies, he would not only suggest what was fitting for me to say myself, he would guess what I wanted the allies to know but could not bring myself to utter, since it was about myself, and he would say it for me as though it were his own opinion; in fact, for everything of the kind he was nothing less to me than a second and a better self. And now he is always insisting that what he has already got is quite enough for himself, and always trying to discover something more for me: he takes a greater pride and joy in all my triumphs than I do myself."
[12] "By Hera," said Hystaspas, "I am right glad I asked you. Only one thing puzzles me: how am I to show my joy at your success? Shall I clap my hands and laugh, or what shall I do?"
"Dance the Persian dance, of course," said Artabazus. And all the company laughed.
[13] And as the drinking deepened Cyrus put a question to Gobryas.
"Tell me, Gobryas, would you be better pleased to give your daughter to one of our company to-day than the day when you met us first?"
"Well," said Gobryas, "am I also to tell the truth?"
"Certainly," said Cyrus, "no question looks for a lie."
"Then," said Gobryas, "I a.s.sure you, I would far rather give her in marriage to-day."
"Can you tell us why?" said Cyrus.
"That I can," said he.
[14] "Say on, then."
"At that time, I saw, it is true, the gallant manner in which your men endured toil and danger, but to-day I see the modesty with which they bear success. And I believe, Cyrus, that the man who takes good-fortune well is further to seek than he who can endure adversity; for success engenders insolence in many hearts, while suffering teaches sobriety and fort.i.tude."
[15] And Cyrus said, "Hystaspas, did you hear the saying of Gobryas?"
"I did indeed," he answered, "and if he has many more as good, he will find me a suitor for his daughter, a far more eager one than if he had shown me all his goblets."
[16] "Well," said Gobryas, "I have many such written down at home, and you may have them all if you take my daughter to wife. And as for goblets," he added, "since it seems you cannot away with them, perhaps I might give them to Chrysantas to punish him for having filled your seat."
[17] "Listen to me," said Cyrus, "Hystaspas, and all of you. If you will but tell me, any of you, when you propose to marry, you would soon discover what a clever advocate you had in me."
[18] But Gobryas interposed, "And if one of us wants to give his daughter in marriage, to whom should he apply?"
"To me also," answered Cyrus; "I a.s.sure you, I am adept in the art."
"What art is that?" Chrysantas inquired.
[19] "The art of discerning the wife to suit each man."
"Then by all the G.o.ds," said Chrysantas, "tell me what sort of wife would do for me?"
[20] "In the first place," he answered, "she must be short, for you are not tall yourself, and if you married a tall maiden and wanted to give her a kiss when she stood up straight, you would have to jump to reach her like a little dog."
"Your advice is straight enough," said Chrysantas; "and I am but a sorry jumper at the best."
[21] "In the next place," Cyrus went on, "a flat nose would suit you very well."
"A flat nose?" said the other, "why?"
"Because your own is high enough, and flatness, you may be sure, will go best with height."
"You might as well say," retorted Chrysantas, "that one who has dined well, like myself, is best matched with the dinnerless."
"Quite so," answered Cyrus, "a full stomach is high and an empty paunch is flat."
[22] "And now," said Chrysantas, "in heaven"s name, tell us the bride for a flat king?"
But at this Cyrus laughed outright, and all the others with him. [23]
And the laughter still rang loud when Hystaspas said:
"There is one thing, Cyrus, that I envy in your royal state more than all the rest."
"And what is that?" said Cyrus.
"That though you are flat, you can raise a laugh."
"Ah," said Cyrus, "what would you give to have as much said of you? To have it reported on all sides and wherever you wished to stand well that you were a man of wit?"
Thus they bantered each other and gave jest for jest.
[24] Then Cyrus brought out a woman"s attire and ornaments of price and gave them to Tigranes as a present for his wife, because she had followed her husband so manfully to the war, and he gave a golden goblet to Artabazus, and a horse to the Hyrcanian leader, and many another splendid gift among the company.
"And to you, Gobryas," said he, "I will give a husband for your daughter."
[25] "Let me be the gift," said Hystaspas, "and then I shall get those writings."
"But have you a fortune on your side," asked Cyrus, "to match the bride"s?"
"Certainly, I have," he answered, "I may say twenty times as great."
"And where," asked Cyrus, "may those treasures be?"
"At the foot of your throne," he answered, "my gracious lord."
"I ask no more," said Gobryas, and held out his right hand. "Give him to me, Cyrus," he said; "I accept him."
[26] At that Cyrus took the right hand of Hystaspas and laid it in the hand of Gobryas, and the pledge was given and received. Then Cyrus gave beautiful gifts to Hystaspas for his bride, but he drew Chrysantas to his breast and kissed him. [27] Thereupon Artabazus cried:
"Heaven help us, Cyrus! The goblet you gave me is not of the fine gold you have given Chrysantas now!"