and Ganymed holding a cup. They interpreted the image. Ampelos would become thevine. He who had brought tears to the god who never wept would also bring delight tothe world. Upon hearing which, Dionysus recovered. When the grapes born fromAmpelo’s body were mature, he picked the first bunches and, with a gesture he seemedto know of old, squeezed them gently in his hands. He watched as a red stain spreadacross his fingers. Then he licked them. He thought , Ampelos your end demonstratesthe splendor of your body. Even in death you haven’t lost your rosy color. No other god , let alone Athena with her sober olive , or Demeter with her nourishing bread, had ever had anything that could vie with that liquor. It was exactly what had been missing from life, what life had been waiting for > INTOXICATION.Bursting with youth, his Bacchants buzzing all around him, Dionysus stormed over to Naxos to appear before the abandoned Ariadne. Eros daring about him like a weethornet. The women following the god were holding leafy thyrsus, bloody shreds of young bull’s flesh , baskets of sacred objects . Dionysus had come from Attica , wherehe had done something no one world ever forget ; he had revealed the secret of wine toman. Behind him he was leaving an extraordinary new drink and the body of another abandoned girl. On his departure, Erigone had hung herself from a tree. But here was noroyal frame to put her story in, and it was not to be handed down from one rhyme to thenext by a chain of poets. Erigone wouldn’t find her poets until much later, two scholarsof the latter days of the ancient world , who, oppressed like others by the times in whichthey lived , felt almost obliged to write about secrets hitherto left untold. They wereEratosthenes and Nonnus, tow Egyptians’.The secret of bread had been revealed by Demeter in Attica , and a holy place, Eleusis,had been established to celebrate the event. The secret of wine had been revealed inAttica by Dionysus , to common people, but that day was to be commemorated only bya ceremony with masks, dolls , and swings. There was something very obscure aboutthe whole business, and the ritual commemoration suggested an aura of playfulness atonce childish and sinister.Dionysus had turned up in the role of Unknown Guest in the house of an old Atticangardener , Icarius , who lived with his daughter Erigone and loved to plant new types of trees. His house was a poor one. All the same , he welcomed the Stranger with the samegesture with which Abrahan welcomed the angel , by keeping a place in his mind emptyand ready for his guest. It was from that gesture that every other gift would derive.Erigone immediately went off to milk their goat for the guest. Sweetly , Dionysusstooped her from making what a philologist would one day describe as ‘an adorablefaux pas’ He was about to reveal to her father ‘’ as a reward for his fair-mindedness anddevotion’’ something that no one had ever known before ; wine . And now Erigone was pouring cup after cup of the new drink for her father. Icarius felt good. Then Dionysusexplained that this new drink was perhaps even more powerful than the bread Demeter had revealed to other farmers, because it could both wake a man up and put him tosleep, dissolve the pains that afflicted the heart and make them liquid and fleeting. Nowit was Icarius’s job to pass this revelation on to others, as Triptolemus had passed onrevelation of grain.Icarius obeyed Dionysus orders. He got onto his cart and se off around Attica to show people this plant with the wondrous juice. One evening he was drinking with a fewshepherds. Some of them fell into a deep sleep. It seemed they would never wake up.The shepherd began to suspect Icarius was up to something. Maybe he’d come to poisonthem and steal their sheep ::: They felt the impulse to kill. They surrounded Icarius .One picked up a sickle , another a spade, a third an ax , a fourth a big stone. They all hitout at the old man. Then , to finish the job, they ran him through with their cooking spit.