The Son of Glorious Semule

Dionysus appeared on a jutting headland by the shore of the fruitless sea, seeming like a stripling in the first flush of manhood. Presently, there came swiftly over the sparkling sea, tursenian pirates on a well decked ship. They sought to bind him with rude bonds, but the bonds would not hold him and the withes fell away from his hands and feet. The helmsman understood all and cried out at once to his fellows and said, madman, what god is this whom you have taken and bound strong that he is not even the well built ship can carry him. So greatly were they amazed at the beauty of violet