Biographical fiction; Cyrus, King of Persia, -529 B.C. -- Fiction; Education of princes -- Fiction
[8] "Cyrus, friends, and Persians, I hold to the belief that on this
day we all start equal in that race where valour is the goal. I speak of
what I see: we are trained on the same fare; we are held worthy of the
same comradeship; we contend for the same rewards. All of us alike are
told to obey our leaders, and he who obeys most frankly never fails
to meet with honour at the hands of Cyrus. Valour is no longer the
privilege of one class alone: it has become the fairest prize that can
fall to the lot of any man. [9] And to-day a battle is before us where
no man need teach us how to fight: we have the trick of it by nature,
as a bull knows how to use his horns, or a horse his hoofs, or a dog
his teeth, or a wild boar his tusks. The animals know well enough," he
added, "when and where to guard themselves: they need no master to tell
them that. [10] I myself, when I was a little lad, I knew by instinct
how to shield myself from the blow I saw descending: if I had nothing
else, I had my two fists, and used them with all my force against my
foe: no one taught me how to do it, on the contrary they beat me if they
saw me clench my fists. And a knife, I remember, I never could resist:
I clutched the thing whenever I caught sight of it: not a soul showed me
how to hold it, only nature herself, I do aver. I did it, not because I
was taught to do it, but in spite of being forbidden, like many another
thing to which nature drove me, in spite of my father and mother both.
Yes, and I was never tired of hacking and hewing with my knife whenever
I got the chance: it did not seem merely natural, like walking or
running, it was positive joy. [11] Well, to-day we are to fight in
this same simple fashion: energy, rather than skill, is called for, and
glorious it will be to match ourselves against our friends, the Peers of
Persia. And let us remember that the same prizes are offered to us
all, but the stakes differ: our friends give up a life of honour,
the sweetest life there can be, but we escape from years of toil and
ignominy, and there can be no life worse than that. [12] And what fires
me most of all, my friends, and sends me into the lists most gladly, is
the thought that Cyrus will be our judge: one who will give no partial
verdict. I call the gods to witness when I say that he loves a valiant
man as he loves his own soul: I have seen him give such an one more than
he ever keeps for himself. [13] And now," he added, "I know that our
friends here pride themselves upon their breeding and what it has done
for them. They have been brought up to endure hunger and thirst, cold
and nakedness, and yet they are aware that we too have been trained in
the self-same school and by a better master than they: we were taught by
Necessity, and there is no teacher so good, and none so strict. [14] How
did our friends here learn their endurance? By bearing arms, weapons
of war, tools that the wit of the whole human race has made as light as
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