Prayer to Apollo
ApolloAeetes, king of Colchis, addresses the Sun — his father.
What he asks for is neither victory nor protection but intelligence. "Scatter your lights now over the lands, over the whole sea … whether our own hand contrives hidden plots or a foreign one, be the first to bring me word." The all-seeing god is being recruited as an informer.
This is a tyrant's prayer, and his whole character fits into the word order: "whether our own hand … or a foreign one". He suspects his own people first. Valerius Flaccus offers no comment — it is enough to let Aeetes choose for himself where the list begins.