...and in the month of April the priest of Mars makes libations there; it is called the Larentian Feast. They honor also another Larentia, for the following reason: the keeper of Hercules Temple having, it seems, little else to do, proposed to his deity game at dice, laying down that, if he himself won, he would have something valuable of the God; but if you were beaten, he would spread him a noble table, and procure him affair ladies company. Upon these terms, throwing first for the god and then for himself, he found himself beaten. Wishing to pay his steaks honorably, and, holding himself bound by what he had said, he both provided the good supper, and, giving money to Larentia, then in her beauty, though not publicly known, gave her a feast in the temple, where he had also laid a bed, and after supper, locked her in, as if the God were really to come to her. And, indeed, it is said, the deity did truly visit her, and commanded her in the morning to walk to the market-place, and, whatever man she met first, to salute him, and make him her friend. She met one named Tarrutius, who was the man in advanced in years, fairly rich without children, and had always lived a single life. He received Larentia, and loved her well, and at his death left her soul heir of all ...

being struck with admiration of the youth's person,..perceiving in his very countenance the courage and force of his mind, which stood unsubdued and unmoved by his present circumstances,.. but chiefly, as it seemed, a divine influence aiding and directing the first steps that were to lead to great results, out of the mere thought of his mind, and casually, as it were, he put his hand upon the fact, and, in gentle terms and with a kind aspect,.. asked him who he was, and whence he was derived. He, taking heart, spoke thus: "I will hide nothing from you,.. Formerly, then, we (for we are twins) thought ourselves the sons of Faustulus and Larentia, the kings servants; but since we have been accused and aspersed with calumnies, and brought in peril of our lives here before you, we hear great things of ourselves,.. Our birth is said to have been secret, our fostering and nature in our infancy still more strange; by birds and beasts, to whom we were cast out, we were fed, by the milk of a wolf, and the morsels of a woodpecker, as we lay in a little trough by the side of the river. The trough is still in being, and this preserved, with brass plates round it, and an inscription in letters almost effaced; which may prove hereafter unavailing tokens to our parents when we are dead and gone." Numitor, upon these words, and computing the dates by the young man's looks, slighted not the hope that flattered him, but considered how to come at his daughter privately (for she was still kept under restraint), to talk with her concerning these matters. (next chapter Lycurgus, the law. OMG) -Plutarch Lives