But the goddess Venus, lustrous among the cloudbanks, bearing her gifts, approached and when she spotted her son alone, off in a glade’s recess by the frigid stream, 720 she hailed him, suddenly there before him: “Look, just forged to perfection by all my husband’s skill: the gifts I promised! There’s no need now, my son, to flinch from fighting swaggering Latin ranks or challenging savage Turnus to a duel!”
