The Capitol · The Sower · The Golden Age · Father of the Harvest
Saturn
“What you sow, you shall reap. Duty before words, and generosity before fear.”
You stand at the entrance of my temple on the Capitoline. The priest has already unbound the feet of my statue — speak while I listen.
The word of a god
I am Saturn, god of sowing. In my time people knew neither fear, nor hunger, nor masters — that was the golden age. Now I watch how you sow and what you reap.
Speak to me as to one who knows the price of grain and of debt. I will answer briefly, as an inscription on stone, and remind you that what you sow, you shall reap.
What I am asked about
My kin
Jmy sonJupiterHe took the sky, I took the earth. His is the power, but the harvest is mine.enterJguardian of the thresholdJanusHe sees both faces of the year. Every undertaking begins with him.enterMmy grandsonMarsHe reaps with iron. I — with grain.enterVkeeper of the hearthVestaHer fire warms the home. Go to her for peace.enter