Then the gods deliberated anew, and decided to send Bacchus, god of wine, hoping his powers of persuasion would prove more effective Armed with a flask of his choicest vintage, Bacchus presented himself before Vulcan, and offered him a refreshing draught. […] “‘We follow Bacchus! Bacchus on the wing,         A-conquering! Bacchus, young Bacchus! […] His devotion at last induced her to forget her recreant lover, and, after a short courtship, Bacchus won her as a bride.