I bear in mind your former happiness and I pity you.

I give you back at once your wife and your daughters (for they tell me you have daughters), and your friends and your attendants; they are yours once more.

And yours it is to sit at your own table as you used to live.

But battles and wars I must put out of your power." [27] "Now by the gods above us," cried Croesus, "you need take no further thought about your answer: if you will do for me what you say, I shall live the life that all men called the happiest of lives, and I knew that they were right." [28] "And who," said Cyrus, "who was it that lived that life of happiness ?" "My own wife," said Croesus; "she shared all my good things with me, my luxuries, my softest joys; but in the cares on which those joys were based, in war and battle and strife, she had no part or lot.

Methinks, you will provide for me as I provided for her whom I loved beyond all others in the world, and I must needs send to Apollo again, and send thank-offerings." [29] And as Cyrus listened he marvelled at the man's contentedness of soul, and for the future wherever he went he took Croesus with him, either because he thought he might be useful or perhaps because he felt it was safer so.
[C.3] So for that night they rested.