"Let's cast for our Symposiarch!" is Prodicus's next
order, and each guest in turn rattles the dice box. Tyche (Lady Fortune)
gives the presidency of the feast to Eunapius, a bright-eyed,
middle-aged man with a keen sense of humor, but a correct sense of good
breeding. He assumes command of the symposium; takes the ordering of the
servants out of Prodicus's hands, and orders the wine to be mixed in the
craters with proper dilution. He then rises and pours out a libation
from each bowl "to the Olympian Gods," "to the Heroes," and "to Zeus the
Saviour," and casts a little incense upon the altar. The guests all sing
a "Pæan," not a warrior's charging song this time, but a short hymn in
praise of the Wine-God, some lilting catch like
Alcaeus's
"In mighty flagons hither bring
The deep red blood of many a vine,
That we may largely quaff and sing
The praises of the God of wine."