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The serpents as they slither and hiss, and the long cloak the Queen draws over the furs, are noisier than her own barefoot steps.

She knows the serpent has warned him. Still, ceremonial rules that no King be caught by surprise. The least her consort, definitely. So she taps lightly on the curtains that separate his bedchambers from the terrace. 

Under the light of the full moon, the Cretan mountains shine mighty, and in the foreground a King would stand diminished – if all there is to see didn’t belong to him.

Without turning to face his Queen, for terror still clouds his eyes, he nods slightly, acknowledging her presence. Only then does she speak.

“Something you see, Minos?” There is concern in her voice. “That we oughtn’t, tonight?”