unhappy one, and unhappy, if such there be, thy wife!” […] Her bones were changed into rocks and there was nothing left of her but her voice. […] I said to my men, ‘What god there is concealed in that form I know not, but some one there certainly is. […] ‘Naxos is my home,’ said Bacchus; ‘take me there and you shall be well rewarded.’ […] Cold dwells there, and Fear and Shuddering, and Famine.