Kandaules may take your place to-morrow, but give hum the strictest orders, and say that the slightest neglect will put his life in danger .-- Now depart." "Yet one word, my King: to-morrow night the rare blue lily in the hanging-gardens will open.

Hystaspes, Intaphernes, Gobyras, Croesus and Oropastes, the greatest horticulturists at your court, would very much like to see it.

May they be allowed to visit the gardens for a few minutes?
Kandaules shall see that they enter into no communication with the Egyptian." "Kandaules must keep his eyes open, if he cares for his own life .-- Go!" Boges made a deep obeisance and left the king's apartment.

He threw a few gold pieces to the slaves who bore the torches before him.

He was so very happy.