Nabonidus sat in his coolest room, comfortably partaking of his supper.
Modern excavators have been greatly aided by these tablets of Nabonidus.
However, Nabonidus opened such a discussion in a very tactful way.
Nabonidus sighed inaudibly, but his eyes never strayed to the couch.
In spite of the jolting misery of that ride, Nabonidus preferred it to the litter.
Nabonidus went back to his couch and seated himself on the edge of it.
In 538 Cyrus moved against Babylon, and Nabonidus now retreated into the city with his troops, and prepared for a siege.
And yet Nabonidus realized to the full the gravity of his position.
For the first time in many years Nabonidus regarded his son with something akin to scorn.
Nabonidus acknowledged the courtesy with old-accustomed graciousness.