Say that you had to bring fruit for the table.

My poor brother Bartja, and Darius, the son of the noble Hystaspes, are in prison, near the guard-house of the Immortals.

You must manage that these flowers reach them, with a warm greeting from me, but mind, the message must be given with the flowers." "But the guards will not allow me to see the prisoners." "Take these rings, and slip them into their hands." "I will do my best." "I knew you loved me, my good Sabaces.

Now make haste, and come back soon." The old man went off as fast as he could.

Atossa looked thoughtfully after him, murmuring to herself: "Now they will both know, that I loved them to the last.