Neither torch nor dagger," Annabeth said firmly. "There is a third test, which I will pass. " "A third test?" the pater demanded. "Mithras was born from rock," Annabeth said, hoping she was right. "He emerged fully grown from the stone, holding his dagger and torch. " The screaming and wailing told her she had guessed correctly. "The big mother knows all!" a ghost cried. "That is our most closely guarded secret!" Then maybe you shouldn't put a statue of it on your altar, Annabeth thought.
Il faut e pater le bourgeois. One must astound the bourgeois.
The family consists of those who live under the same roof with the pater familias ; those who form (if I may use the expression) his fire-side.