17. This was the prelude of our
friendship. This was the kindling spark of our union: thus
we felt the wound of mutual love. Then something of this kind
happened, for I think it right not to omit even this. I find the
Armenians to be not a simple race, but very crafty and cunning.
At this time some of his special comrades and friends, who had been
intimate with him even in the early days of his father’s
instruction, for they were members of his school, came up to him under
the guise of friendship, but with envious, and not kindly intent, and
put to him questions of a disputations rather than rational kind,
trying to overwhelm him at the first onset, having known his original
natural endowments, and unable to brook the honour he had then
received. For they thought it a strange thing that they who had
put on their gowns, and been exercised in shouting, should not get the
better of one who was a stranger and a novice. I also, in my vain
love for Athens, and trusting to their professions without perceiving
their envy, when they were giving way, and turning their backs, since I
was indignant that in their persons the reputation of Athens should be
destroyed, and so speedily put to shame, supported the young men, and
restored the argument; and by the aid of my additional weight, for in
such cases a small addition makes all the difference, and, as the poet
says, “made equal their heads in the fray.” Homer Il. xi. 72. But, when I perceived the secret
motive of the dispute, which could no longer be kept under, and was at
last clearly exposed, I at once drew back, and retired from their
ranks, to range myself on his side, and made the victory
decisive. He was at once delighted at what had happened, for his
sagacity was remarkable, and being filled with zeal, to describe him
fully in Homer’s language, he pursued in confusion Ib. xi. 496. with argument those valiant youths, and,
smiting them with syllogisms, only ceased when they were utterly
routed, and he had distinctly won the honours due to his power.
Thus was kindled again, no longer a spark, but a manifest and
conspicuous blaze of friendship.