Alcimus

Τελεσφόρος ἦν ὀρεωκόμος· οὗτος ἐδόκει μοι ὁρμηθεὶς αὐτόθεν βαδίζειν ὀπίσω, τὰ χρησθέντα ἐπὶ τῇ Φιλουμένῃ σημαίνων, τοῦτο γὰρ ὄνομα τῇ κόρῃ, κεχρῆσθαι δʼ αὐτὰ Ἀλκίμῳ πατρὶ τῆς κόρης, καὶ δὴ καὶ γράμματα ἔχειν, εἴτε δὴ σεσημασμένα εἴτε καὶ μή· ἃ τὸν Ἄλκιμον νύκτωρ ἀκούσαντα παρʼ αὐτῆς ἀπομνημονεύσαντα γράψασθαι, θαυμαστὰ πλήθει καὶ δυνάμει, φέροντα εἰς ἐμὲ, ὥστε ‖J352‖ θαυμάζειν ὅπως καὶ ἀπεμνημόνευσε.

A mule driver named Telesphorus seemed to have set out from there and to be on his way back. He brought news of the oracles given about Philumene (that was the girl's name). The oracles, he said, had come to her father, Alcimus, and Telesphorus seemed to carry written pages, sealed or not. Alcimus had heard these things from her at night, remembered them, and written them down. They were astonishing in number and power, and they all pointed to me. I marveled that he had been able to remember them at all.

καὶ τἄλλα εἰς ταυτὸν φέροντα ἐνῆν, ἅπαντα ἐν βιβλίοις τισὶν ἐγγεγραμμένα, ἃ πάντα γράψαντος τοῦ Ἀλκίμου ἐδόκει ἀποκομίζειν ὁ Τελεσφόρος οἴκαδε.

Other things pointing the same way were there too, all written in certain books. Alcimus had written them all down, and Telesphorus seemed to be carrying them home.