{{a black and white drawing}}, you are greeted by a group of balding men and plu

{{a black and white drawing}}, 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,

worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad body, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits