Still the silence echoed.
A numb despair seeped through Burke. Bleakly, he wondered how he ever had been fool enough to think his words might spark response in a Bronze Age mind, or that any such mad enterprise as this could possibly end otherwise than in disaster.
Only then, while he watched, once more Ariadne bowed her head and crossed her hands upon her breasts. Her words came low, submissive: "The quarters of Daedalus the Smith lie close at hand, my lord."
She turned as she spoke.
Heart pounding, Burke walked with her towards the doorway....
CHAPTER II
There was a guard in the corridor beyond the Queen's Megaron.
Wordless, Burke flicked a glance at Ariadne.
Her dark eyes flashed a daredevil acceptance of the challenge. Sliding past him, she swung the heavy door back so it hid him, then leaned against it, body arched in practiced coquetry.