CHAPTER IV
NUMITOR RECOGNISES HIS GRANDSONS
The young prisoner was brought before Numitor in the
city of Alba. No sooner had the old man's eyes fallen on
the lad than he threw up his hands in amaze, and gazed
more keenly at the prisoner.
'No herdsman this,' muttered the old king to himself, 'rather does he bear himself as a prince.'
Scanning the face before him even more closely, it seemed to Numitor that the features were not unknown to him. Dreams of his lost daughter Silvia gladdened his heart.
Gently the old man tried to win the confidence of the lad, asking him who he was, and whence he came.
Remus was touched by the kindness of Numitor, and answered: 'I will hide nothing from you, sire, for you seem of a princely temper, in that you give a hearing and examine before you punish.'
Then he told the old man the story that Faustulus had often told to him and Romulus, of how the wolf had found them as babes on the banks of the river Tiber, and had carried them to her cave and fed them with her milk.
Long before Remus had ended his story, Numitor knew that it was his grandson, his daughter Silvia's child, who stood before him, and his old heart beat quick with joy. Here at length was one who would take his side against the cruel King Amulius.
At this moment Romulus, leading a rough band of herds- men, approached the city gate, determined to rescue his brother from the hands of Numitor.
