(25) "Let me be the gift," said Hystaspas, "and then I shall get those writings."
"But have you a fortune on your side," asked Cyrus, "to match the bride's?"
"Certainly, I have," he answered, "I may say twenty times as great."
"And where," asked Cyrus, "may those treasures be?"
"At the foot of your throne," he answered, "my gracious lord."
"I ask no more," said Gobryas, and held out his right hand. "Give him to me, Cyrus," he said; "I accept him."
(26) At that Cyrus took the right hand of Hystaspas and laid it in the hand of Gobryas, and the pledge was given and received. Then Cyrus gave beautiful gifts to Hystaspas for his bride, but he drew Chrysantas to his breast and kissed him. (27) Thereupon Artabazus cried:
"Heaven help us, Cyrus! The goblet you gave me is not of the fine gold you have given Chrysantas now!"
"Well," said Cyrus, "you shall have the same one day."
"When?" asked the other.