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And Cyrus, being a boy and a lover of beauty and a lover of honor, was delighted with the outfit, and he rejoiced exceedingly in learning to ride. For in Persia, because it is difficult both to raise horses and to ride them, the country being mountainous, even to see a horse was rare.
And dining with Astyages, his mother, and Cyrus, wishing for the boy to dine as pleasantly as possible, so that he would long less for home, he brought before him both side-dishes and all kinds of sauces and foods. And they say that Cyrus said: Grandfather, how much trouble you have at dinner, if it is necessary for you to reach your hands to all these dishes, and to taste these all-kinds-of-foods! Why? said Astyages, does this dinner not seem to you much better than the one in Persia? And it is said that Cyrus answered to this: No, grandfather, but the way to become full is much simpler and more direct among us than among you. For bread and meat lead us to this; but you, although you hasten to the same thing as we do, by wandering through many turns up and down, you arrive with difficulty where we arrived long ago.
But, child, said Astyages, we are not annoyed by wandering about these things. But if you taste, he said, you will know that these things are pleasant. But I see you, grandfather, said Cyrus, loathing these foods. And Astyages asked, and by what sign, child, do you speak? Because I see you, he said, whenever you touch bread, you do not wipe your hand on anything; but whenever you touch any of these things, you immediately clean your hand on the napkins, as if very annoyed that they became full of grease from them.