Cyrus shed tears over this noble pair, and had a stone set up to their memory, which you can see near Sardis.

On it are the simple words: 'To Panthea, Abradatas, and the most faithful of servants.' You see, children, the man who had loved such a woman could never care for another." The young men listened in silence, and remained some time after Araspes had finished, without uttering a word.

At last Bartja raised his hands to heaven and cried: "O thou great Auramazda! why dost thou not grant us a glorious end like Abradatas?
Why must we die a shameful death like murderers ?" As he said this Croesus came in, fettered and led by whip-bearers.

The friends rushed to him with a storm of questions, and Bartja too went up to embrace the man who had been so long his tutor and guide.

But the old man's cheerful face was severe and serious, and his eyes, generally so mild, had a gloomy, almost threatening, expression.