No," said the Sakian, "nor yet one who could drop asleep when he
was winning."

[44] "True enough," answered the other, "and if having were as sweet as
getting, the rich would be a thousand times more happy than the poor.
And remember, stranger," he added, "a man who has much must spend much
on the gods and his friends and his guests, and if he takes intense
delight in his riches, spending will cause him intense annoyance."

[45] "Upon my word," said the Sakian, "for myself, I am not that sort
of man at all: to have much and to spend much is just my idea of perfect
happiness."

[46] "Heavens!" cried Pheraulas, "what a chance for us both! You can win
perfect happiness now, this instant, and make me happy too! Here, take
all these things for your own, make what use of them you please; and
as for me, you can keep me as your guest, only much more cheaply if
you like: it will be quite enough for me to share whatever you have
yourself."

"You are jesting," said the Sakian.

[47] But Pheraulas swore with all solemnity that he spoke in earnest.

"Yes, my friend," he added, "and there are other matters that I can
arrange for you with Cyrus: freedom from military service or attendance
at the gates. All you will have to do will be to stay at home and grow
rich: I will do the rest on your behalf and mine. And if I win any
treasure through my service at court or on the field, I will bring it
home to you, and you will be lord of more; only," he added, "you must
free me from the responsibility of looking after it, for if you give me
leisure from these cares I believe you will be of great use to Cyrus and
myself."

[48] So the talk ended and they struck a bargain on these terms, and
kept it. And the Sakian thought he had found happiness because he was
the master of much wealth, and the other felt he was in bliss because he
had got a steward who would leave him leisure to do what he liked
best. [49] For the character of Pheraulas was amiable: he was a loving
comrade, and no service seemed so sweet to him or so helpful as the
service of man. Man, he believed, was the noblest of the animals and the
most grateful: praise, Pheraulas saw, will reap counter-praise, kindness
will stir kindness in return, and goodwill goodwill; those whom men know
to love them they cannot hate, and, in a way no other animals will, they
cherish their parents in life and in death and requite their care. All
other creatures, in short, compared with man, ar