O Hestia, Thou Guardian of the Flame
Whose fire consumes the thing it cannot cleanse,
I give this youth my thanks that once again
I dare appear before thy countenance.
And as the folk exalteth him to King,
Be witness thou, I raise him to my lord.
[She gives Gyges her hand.
And you—regard as wedding-gift the crown
Now flinging from your head its lordly sparkle,
But give to me the Dead Man’s Ring for pledge.