Little Cyrus, amidst the joy and excitement of his fourth birthday celebration, had meticulously planned a significant moment for himself. While his peers were engrossed in games and gifts, he followed his father Cambyses and mother Mandane with his piercing gaze. The celebration was underway in the vast courtyard of the Anshan royal palace, filled with the sounds of music and the pleasant aroma of Persian foods. Amidst all this commotion, Cyrus's mind was focused on a grand objective; he intended to take a crucial step in his knowledge revolution, and for this, he needed a special workshop.
After the main ceremony concluded and at a moment when Cambyses and Mandane were standing peacefully in a corner observing the guests, Cyrus walked towards them with his small steps. Although he was still but a child, his gaze and presence had such an impact that even the elders paid attention to him. Cyrus, in a calm and intelligent voice, turned to his father and said: "Father, for my birthday, I have a wish that no horse or sword can fulfill. I need a place for my experiments; a workshop."
Cambyses, upon hearing this request from his four-year-old son, who had previously seen samples of his rudimentary paper, furrowed his brow. He was no longer surprised by the existence of paper itself, but the request for a workshop indicated a larger scale of activities. He asked in a curious tone: "A workshop? My son, you are only four years old! What do you need a workshop for?"
Cyrus, with sparkling eyes full of eagerness, replied: "Father, I want to build things that can transform the future of Parsa. Something similar to the paper I showed you. I have experiments that require a safe and special place." He gestured towards a secluded and distant area outside the palace, in the quiet gardens around Anshan, hidden from public view, and added: "A small space, with access to abundant water and away from prying eyes, will be enough for my experiments."
Mandane, who had been silently observing the conversation, immediately rose to support her son. Having already witnessed Cyrus's extraordinary intelligence and the quality of his initial paper samples, her deep belief in the Farr-e Izadi within him grew even stronger. She turned to Cambyses and said: "My king, this son is a gift from Ahura Mazda. His intelligence is beyond our comprehension, and you yourself have seen samples of his work. If he has such a request, there must be great wisdom hidden within it. Let this talent blossom; perhaps what he says will truly benefit Parsa." Mandane's voice, full of conviction and hope, overcame Cambyses's hesitation.
Cambyses, seeing in his son's gaze the determination and foresight of a ruler hidden within a small body, paused briefly, but with a certainty born of Mandane's faith and Cyrus's intelligence, he finally consented. He gently stroked Cyrus's head and, with a smile that displayed the warmth of paternal affection, said: "Very well, my son. Your wish shall be granted. Soon, I will prepare a workshop for your experiments. But remember, what you do there must remain hidden from eyes until the proper time, and it must be for the glory of Parsa."
This agreement filled Cyrus's heart with enthusiasm and eagerness. He knew that this workshop would not only be a place for childish experiments but also the first tangible step towards building his thousand-year civilization. From that day on, the plans and designs he had processed for years in his mind were ready for execution.