581And now Aeneas' valour had compelled all the gods and Juno herself to end their old anger, when, the fortunes of growing Iulus being well founded, the Cytherean hero was ripe for heaven; and Venus had canvassed the gods, and, with her arms about her father's neck, had said, 'Father, never harsh to me at any time, be now most gentle, I pray, and to my Aeneas, who made you a grandfather from our blood, give, best of fathers, a divinity, however small, so long as you give some: it is enough to have once looked upon the unlovely kingdom, to have once crossed the Stygian rivers.' 592The gods assented, nor did the royal consort keep her face unmoved, and she nodded with a placated look; 594then the father said, 'You are worthy of a heavenly gift, both you who ask and he for whom you ask: take, daughter, what you wish!' 596He had spoken: she rejoices and gives thanks to her father, and, borne through the light air by her yoked doves, she comes to the Laurentine shore, where, covered with reeds, the Numicius winds with his river waters into the nearby sea.
600She bids him wash away from Aeneas whatever is subject to death and carry it beneath the sea in his silent course; 602the horned god carries out Venus' orders and with his waters cleanses away and washes off whatever in Aeneas had been mortal: his best part remained. 605His mother anointed his purified body with divine perfume, and touched his lips with ambrosia mixed with sweet nectar, and made him a god, whom the people of Quirinus call Indiges and have received with temple and altars.