High above, she could make out something like a cloudy sky arched over the whole region. […] She traveled over the earth from end to end, in vain. […] That day the reign of happiness began again over all the earth. […] She herself spoke never a word, for 'the shadow of death still hovered over her. […] Minerva, goddess of wisdom and courage, had always kept watch over the hero, and now she shed a mist over him, so that no one should see him or do him harm.