“Bring me a light, my Nana. Come hither, all!” commands Alcmaeon.
When a light is handed him, he reads on the little copper bulla that hangs on a string around Aldo’s neck the words, in Greek, “a child of the Alcmaeons.”
“Ah, my lad, thou art a true descendant of the Alcmaeons!” cries the happy schoolmaster. “Here, here is the kiss of relationship. Behold, Hera, Psyche, and Gyges, we have found a hero in our family.”
“Am I truly thy kinsman?” asks the wondering lad.
“Ah, Aldo, thou art no longer a slave,” cries Gyges. “Thou art free!”
“And I will adopt thee as my son,” exclaims Alcmaeon, with tender emotion.
A year rolls by. Meantime the promised visit to Corinth has been made and the family have now returned to Rome. In the house of Gyges there is great excitement. Hera and Psyche are in the cubiculum. Gyges, accompanied by Psyche’s father and her foster-brother Aldo, called now Alcmaeon, proudly leaves the house and walks towards the Temple of Juno on the Aventine Hill. He goes to register the birth of a son.
A Spell-binding Creation
Mysterious Mr. Sabin