not knowing whom you fly; No ill-bred swain, nor rustic clown, am I.” […] As fast as his fleet-footed steeds could carry him, Apollo hastened to Vulcan, to whom he vividly described the sight which had greeted his eyes. […] Venus’ love was, however, all transferred to her son Æneas, whom she signally protected throughout his checkered career. […] Each head of a household was wont to choose his own Penates, whom he then invoked as his special patrons. […] Here he was joined by the exiled Saturn, with whom he generously shared his throne.