mox umeris positus nutricis trivit et ipse inpressis silicem labris, puerilia vota fudit opesque sibi caeca de rupe poposcit, persuasumque habuit, quod quis velit, indepetendum.
Then, raised on his nurses shoulder, he too pressed his lips to the flint and rubbed it with them, pouring out his childish petitions, asking for riches from a sightless stone, and convinced that all ones wishes must be sought from thence.
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