"In finding I might help, for I am magic incarnate" Jayhawk consoled the sad god.
Bacchus threw him a sad smile.
"Oh my friend, I know you want to help me, but this must be hopeless."
"Never give up hope, old friend. The world can not haveyou sad, for every glass of wine will have people slip in to melancholy. It can not live with so much sadness.
Change your guise and follow me. Bring your cats."
He pattted the spotted head on his lap.
"Come my pretty one, we're going to hunt ourselves a special doe."
Bacchus slipped in his mortal guise, while the angel spoke sternly to the two cats.
"Listen close, we will hunt, but our prey must not be hurt. Not a scratch to mar her skin, not a nip to draw her blood."
The leopards nodded, yawned exposing their fearsome fangs.
"Well, Bacchus, lead the way, where last did you see her lovely mien? The slender limbs, the cloud of moondark hair and eyes of dusky morreion?"------------------
Homage to thee, Osiris, Lord of Eternity, King of the Gods, whose names are manifold, whose forms are holy, thou being of hidden form in the temples, whose Ka is holy."
-- Book of the Dead (1240 BC)