Only the other day," he went on, "Cyaxares sent a present of sacrificial meat to every regiment.
There was flesh enough for three courses apiece or more, and the attendant had handed round the first, beginning with myself.

So when he came in again, I told him to begin at the other end of the board, and serve the company in that order.

[3] But I was greeted by a yell from the centre: one of these men who was sitting there bawled out, 'Equality indeed! There's not much of it here, if we who sit in the middle are never served first at all!' It nettled me that they should fancy themselves treated worse than we, so I called him up at once and made him sit beside me.

And I am bound to say he obeyed that order with the most exemplary alacrity.

But when the dish came round to us, we found, not unnaturally, since we were the last to be served, that only a few scraps were left.