“As hungry as a starving Argonaut,” said Gannon, laughing.
“Come, Hera! Be the Medea to this starving Jason,” said the father, catching the infection of his son’s high spirits.
Hera went to the hearth, and distributed from a boiling pot a thick soup of barley and vegetables.
“O my mother! My favorite broth!” exclaimed Gannon. “A kiss for thy kindness and thy goodness.”
Hera smiled as she received her son’s token of gratitude and affection.
“What news hast thou to feed our curiosity to-night, my son?” asked Alcmaeon.
“I have carried letters to Livilla since I last saw thee.”
“To the wife of Drusus?” he asked, in surprise.
“Ay, father,—but wait until the meal is over. I will then tell thee all. Where is Gyges?” he asked roguishly, looking at Psyche.
“He has gone to Capua to try some horses,” Psyche replied.