The memory of his father’s curse then suddenly returned to his mind. […] His playmates, after a time, wearied of his arrogance, and, to avoid the constant repetition of his vain speeches, bade him show some proof of his divine origin, or keep his peace. […] All day long this youth scoured the forest, his faithful dog Sirius at his heels. […] On his path the flowers bloomed and the birds sang, to show their joy at his coming. […] Have ye seen his face?