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"Tell us your name," said the governor, “and the names of your parents and relatives, if you have any, and your city." "Sire," said I, my name is Loukios, and my brother's name is Gaios. As to our family names, we have the same. I am a writer of histories and other works, and my brother is an elegiac poet and a skilful diviner. Our birthplace is Patrai, in Achaia." When the magistrate heard this he cried, "You are the son of a family who are very dear to me, and my guest-friends. They have entertained me in their house and given me presents, and I know you tell the truth, since you are a child of theirs." And he sprang from his seat, embraced me, kissed me again and again, and conducted me to his home. At this juncture my brother also arrived, bringing me money and many other things. Thereupon the governor declared me free officially in the presence of the people, and we went down to the sea, looked out a ship, and put our luggage aboard.
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Then we sailed away from the city with a favorable wind, and a few days later I arrived in my native land. There I offered a sacrifice to the gods, my saviors, and set up a votive offering, since I had been brought home, and after long wanderings, and with great difficulty, saved—not out of the lion's jaws, by Heaven, but out of the curiosity of the ass.
