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"There was no great storm, Princess Xenodice. The weather is usually untroubled at this time of year. There was a little delay in loading some of the supplies, which made us later than we might have been, but otherwise..."
Feeling much happier, I then demanded, "And was there a weather witch on board with you?"
"Well, no. We had the usual charms on bow and stern, of course, as well as several wind catchers on the sail, but no witch. There's not a great deal of space on a ship like mine for passengers. In wintertime, of course, we'd welcome her, but as it was ..."
"I meant one of the Athenians."
He shrugged. "Frankly, your Highness, I don't know. I don't speak much of that Hellenic tongue. I've got an oarsman who knows it pretty well, and he translates for me when I have need. They're just cargo to me, you understand: I see to it they're fed and watered and none of them escapes or tries to kill himself or anyone else, and that's the end of my interest in them. I have other duties and little leisure to spare."
"Then," I said, struck by another thought, "I suppose you don't know what that young man, the last one to be presented to my mother the queen, said? That was strange."
"Oh, him!" growled the captain in disgust. "I know which one he was. Self-important young rooster! If I hadn't known my own life would be forfeit, I'd have tossed that man overboard and slept easier at night. Always talking, lecturing, arguing. My guess is that he's the son of someone important in Athens. Or somebody they think is important, anyway. They all look the same to me, even that King Aegeus. They call him King,' but he looks more like a dirty, toothless old dog to me."
"Did you see King Aegeus, then?" I asked, feeling some curiosity about the man who had caused my brother's death and so much misery to my parents.
"Not this time, my lady. Other years I've gone to collect tribute he's been there, striding up and down on the shore and cursing and shaking his fists at us, as though the whole thing wasn't his own fault to begin with. He doesn't come too close, I noticeâmy men are armed. No, as I say, this year I never caught sight of him. They seemed more upset this year. They always are, of course, but this year ... I suppose that man you asked about was somebody from one of the landed families and that got everybody more riled up than usual."
"But then, why would he be chosen to go? I know my mother demands the best beloved children, but surely that is a mere matter of form by now. Would not the wealthiest houses bribe a poor family into sending one of their children?"
"They choose them by lot, or so I understand. I suppose the rules about cheating are strict. After all, even they must fear the wrath of the Goddess, ignorant savages that they are."
I nodded.
"I tell you what, Princess," said the captain, with the cheerful unconcern of one who has successfully handed over a tedious responsibility. "I don't envy the family that ends up with that Theseus as a servant when his year of palace duty is up. Give me a slave who knows his place and how to keep his mouth shut."
"Theseus?"
"That's right, my lady. If there is one thing I do know about that man, it's his name. He kept saying it over and over all the way here, along with some other gibberish I couldn't understand. I am Theseus of Athens!' That's what he kept saying: I am Theseus of Athens and Troezen!'"
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE FESTIVAL OF THE BULLS
O NCE, WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL, THE GROUND BENEATH THE Labyrinth shifted. Pots and jars fell to the floor and splintered, the roof of a jeweler's studio on the eastern side of the palace collapsed, and several minor fires blazed up where furniture or cloth had fallen into open fire pits.
It frightened me, but my nurse, Graia, assured me that it was nothing. "Only a bit of temper, no more," she said, and she told me this story.
"Deep within the Island of Kefti," she said, "below the deepest caverns, below even that realm where the dead
Feeling much happier, I then demanded, "And was there a weather witch on board with you?"
"Well, no. We had the usual charms on bow and stern, of course, as well as several wind catchers on the sail, but no witch. There's not a great deal of space on a ship like mine for passengers. In wintertime, of course, we'd welcome her, but as it was ..."
"I meant one of the Athenians."
He shrugged. "Frankly, your Highness, I don't know. I don't speak much of that Hellenic tongue. I've got an oarsman who knows it pretty well, and he translates for me when I have need. They're just cargo to me, you understand: I see to it they're fed and watered and none of them escapes or tries to kill himself or anyone else, and that's the end of my interest in them. I have other duties and little leisure to spare."
"Then," I said, struck by another thought, "I suppose you don't know what that young man, the last one to be presented to my mother the queen, said? That was strange."
"Oh, him!" growled the captain in disgust. "I know which one he was. Self-important young rooster! If I hadn't known my own life would be forfeit, I'd have tossed that man overboard and slept easier at night. Always talking, lecturing, arguing. My guess is that he's the son of someone important in Athens. Or somebody they think is important, anyway. They all look the same to me, even that King Aegeus. They call him King,' but he looks more like a dirty, toothless old dog to me."
"Did you see King Aegeus, then?" I asked, feeling some curiosity about the man who had caused my brother's death and so much misery to my parents.
"Not this time, my lady. Other years I've gone to collect tribute he's been there, striding up and down on the shore and cursing and shaking his fists at us, as though the whole thing wasn't his own fault to begin with. He doesn't come too close, I noticeâmy men are armed. No, as I say, this year I never caught sight of him. They seemed more upset this year. They always are, of course, but this year ... I suppose that man you asked about was somebody from one of the landed families and that got everybody more riled up than usual."
"But then, why would he be chosen to go? I know my mother demands the best beloved children, but surely that is a mere matter of form by now. Would not the wealthiest houses bribe a poor family into sending one of their children?"
"They choose them by lot, or so I understand. I suppose the rules about cheating are strict. After all, even they must fear the wrath of the Goddess, ignorant savages that they are."
I nodded.
"I tell you what, Princess," said the captain, with the cheerful unconcern of one who has successfully handed over a tedious responsibility. "I don't envy the family that ends up with that Theseus as a servant when his year of palace duty is up. Give me a slave who knows his place and how to keep his mouth shut."
"Theseus?"
"That's right, my lady. If there is one thing I do know about that man, it's his name. He kept saying it over and over all the way here, along with some other gibberish I couldn't understand. I am Theseus of Athens!' That's what he kept saying: I am Theseus of Athens and Troezen!'"
CHAPTER SEVEN
THE FESTIVAL OF THE BULLS
O NCE, WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL, THE GROUND BENEATH THE Labyrinth shifted. Pots and jars fell to the floor and splintered, the roof of a jeweler's studio on the eastern side of the palace collapsed, and several minor fires blazed up where furniture or cloth had fallen into open fire pits.
It frightened me, but my nurse, Graia, assured me that it was nothing. "Only a bit of temper, no more," she said, and she told me this story.
"Deep within the Island of Kefti," she said, "below the deepest caverns, below even that realm where the dead
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