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While Iole told this wondrous tale, and Alcmene reached out her thumb to dry the tears of Eurytus’ daughter (though she too was weeping), a strange new sight dispelled all their sorrow. For on the lofty threshold stood Iolaus, almost a boy, his cheeks barely veiled in down, his face restored to the freshness of his earliest youth. This gift had been bestowed on him by Hebe, Juno’s daughter, won over by her husband’s prayers. But when she was about to swear that she would grant such gifts to no one after him, Themis would not allow it. “For even now,” she said, “divided Thebes is stirring war. Capaneus can be conquered by none but Jupiter; the brothers will fall by wounds alike;

the earth will open, and the seer, still living, will behold his own shade. A son, avenging one parent upon the other, will be dutiful and wicked in a single deed; and, stunned by suffering, exiled from both home and reason, he will be hounded by the Furies’ faces and his mother’s ghost, until his wife demands of him the fatal gold, and a sword of Phegeus’ house pierces its kinsman’s side.

Then at last Callirhoe, Achelous’ daughter, will beseech great Jupiter to grant her infant sons these added years, so that their father’s murder may not long remain unavenged. Moved by her prayers, Jupiter will command his stepdaughter, his son’s wife, to grant this gift, and make them men before their time.”