I raised the torch to the visitor's face, and in a moment had thrown myself upon his neck. It was Hanno.
The sailor picked up the torch that I had dropped in my excitement, and enabled Hanno in his turn to recognise us.
We were speechless.
For some moments we could do nothing but grasp each other's hands and embrace our long-lost friend.
Hanno himself was the first to speak.
"Don't strangle me quite. What a joyful surprise is this!"
"Out with a joke, Hanno!" cried Hannibal, "or I shall never believe it's you!"
Hanno did not smile, but inquired anxiously about Chryseis. Hearing from me that she was safe and well, his eyes filled with tears, and he murmured:
"Ashtoreth be praised!"