# Chapter 34
Meanwhile, Dionysus was wandering in his dreamland.
A horizonless black river, much wider than the river Pactolus, was flowing in front of him. Every time the boatman rowed the boat, the wooden board gave a terrifying shriek. Behind the man nonchalantly repeating the laborious work, a woman was sitting on the boat. She was in white clothes and wearing a bride's veil. Dionysus recognized her at a glance just by looking at the shape of her face hidden behind the opaque veil.
She was Ariadne, his bride.
