She believed firmly that Bartja and Nitetis were innocent, though she could not explain to herself what had happened.

Several times she had tried to put herself in communication with Nitetis, but without avail.

At last she had been herself to the hanging-gardens, but the guards had actually had the hardihood to refuse her admission.
Croesus went at once to meet her, told her what had happened, suppressing as many painful details as possible, confirmed her in her belief of the innocence of the accused, and then took her to the bedside of the king.
The convulsions had not lasted long this time.

He lay on his golden bed under purple silk coverlets, pale and exhausted.

His blind mother seated herself at his side, Croesus and Oropastes took their station at the foot of the bell, and in another part of the room, four physicians discussed the patient's condition in low whispers.
[It was natural, that medicine should be carefully studied among a people who set such a high value upon life as did the Persians.
Pliny indeed, (XXX.