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To these things, Astyages said: If you judge so, child, at least feast on the meat, so that you may go home a young man. While he was saying these things, he brought forward many things to him, both wild game and domestic animals. And Cyrus, when he saw the abundance of meat, said: And do you give to me, grandfather, all this meat, to use as I wish? Yes, by Zeus, he said, I do give it to you, child.
Then Cyrus, having taken the meat, distributed it to those waiting on his grandfather, saying to each: To you this, because you eagerly teach me to ride; to you this, because you gave me a javelin (for I have this now); to you this, because you serve the grandfather well; to you this, because you honor my mother. He did such things until he had distributed all the meat he received.
And Astyages said: But to Sacas, the cupbearer, whom I honor most, do you give nothing? (Now, this Sacas happened to be handsome, and had the honor of introducing those who needed Astyages, and turning away those for whom it did not seem to be the right time to introduce.) And Cyrus asked impulsively, as a boy not yet trembling: Why, grandfather, do you honor this man so much? And Astyages said, joking: Do you not see, he said, how well he pours the wine? (Now, the cupbearers of these kings pour wine elegantly, and pour cleanly, and give it using three fingers while holding the cup, and they offer it in such a way that they might give the drinking vessel most easily to the one about to drink.)