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 assure 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
fortitude."

[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 assure 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 gods," said Chrysantas, "tell me what sort of wife
would do