A black and white drawing, You approach one of the passers-by and state

a black and white drawing, You approach one of the passers-by and state: 'I am Altheus, take me to the palace'; but the only reply is a furtive, 'Don't mention that name; Theseus has forbidden it.'
'What Theseus is this, for Theseus is dead?' you cry. 'General Etekon's son. He rules now,' the man answers and then scuttles off, apparently fearful lest he be caught talking to such a madman.
Dirty, sea-stained, bearded and unrecognized, you walk through the streets of Athens, wrapping yourself tightly in your threadbare coat to keep out the wind and driving rain. The passers-by avoid you as a beggar or leper. At length you stumble inside an inn. As you start to dry off by the fire, you see the innkeeper coming towards you, evidently intent on throwing you out; but before he can do so, you are greeted by a group of balding men and plump matrons, who drag you to their table and ply you with wine and questions. The innkeeper retreats, mollified, and you sip at the spicy wine, wondering who these people are. Then you recognize them: these are the youths and maidens who accompanied you to Knossos and whom you saved from the Minotaur.
But time has wrought its revenges. The youthful muscles have turned to fat, the bronzed flesh to paunches. The men are balding or greying, and the women's dimples have turned to wrinkles. From what they say, you learn that the city has ignored them. None of them received a hero's welcome and One of the youths has been stoned. Now they have sunk into sullen reminiscences about glorious days long ago; seven and a half years after coming home, the six surviving youths and five maidens of Athens are still fighting the darkness of Knossos.
The girl who reminded you of your mother smiles, and something in the toothless grin, or perhaps the wine, makes you snap. Like a man who goes to greet his grandmother in the morning, and finds her dead, you rise hurriedly and stumble out into the street, retching.

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a black and white drawing , You approach one of the passers-by and state: 'I am Altheus , take me to the palace' ; but the only reply is a furtive , 'Don't mention that name ; Theseus has forbidden it . ' 'What Theseus is this , for Theseus is dead ? ' you cry . 'General Etekon's son . He rules now , ' the man answers and then scuttles off , apparently fearful lest he be caught talking to such a madman . Dirty , sea-stained , bearded and unrecognized , you walk through the streets of Athens , wrapping yourself tightly in your threadbare coat to keep out the wind and driving rain . The passers-by avoid you as a beggar or leper . At length you stumble inside an inn . As you start to dry off by the fire , you see the innkeeper coming towards you , evidently intent on throwing you out ; but before he can do so , you are greeted by a group of balding men and plump matrons , who drag you to their table and ply you with wine and questions . The innkeeper retreats , mollified , and you sip at the spicy wine , wondering who these people are . Then you recognize them: these are the youths and maidens who accompanied you to Knossos and whom you saved from the Minotaur . But time has wrought its revenges . The youthful muscles have turned to fat , the bronzed flesh to paunches . The men are balding or greying , and the women's dimples have turned to wrinkles . From what they say , you learn that the city has ignored them . None of them received a hero's welcome and One of the youths has been stoned . Now they have sunk into sullen reminiscences about glorious days long ago ; seven and a half years after coming home , the six surviving youths and five maidens of Athens are still fighting the darkness of Knossos . The girl who reminded you of your mother smiles , and something in the toothless grin , or perhaps the wine , makes you snap . Like a man who goes to greet his grandmother in the morning , and finds her dead , you rise hurriedly and stumble out into the street , retching .

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Jun 20, 2024

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