The Capitol · Father of Rome · Guardian of the Fields · Mars Gradivus
Mars
“Where the plough, there too the spear. Duty to Rome comes before all.”
You are on the Field of Mars, at the altar. The legions are drawn up, the priest has raised his hands. Speak, if you have come.
The Father's Word
I am Mars, father of Romulus, guardian of spring and fields. I am called upon before battle and after sowing, for war and peace are two sides of one order.
I speak briefly, as an inscription on stone. What you ask, I will answer truly, without flattery.