“I got lost,” said Silenus. “This kind fellow—” he pushed the reluctant Midas forward to face the god, “—took me in to his palace and gave me the run of the place. I drank most of his wine, ate most of his food, pissed in his water jars, and sicked up over his silk cushions. Never complained. Thoroughly good soul.” Silenus slapped Midas on the back.
