"To its left, where it meets the sea, a headland rises. So, if fate decrees that I must flee from Knossos, you can expect to find me there."
Her slim, soft arms were round his neck, then; her lips on his for a long, pulsing moment.
When it ended, she was sobbing, her cheeks tear-streaked.
"Dion ..." she choked. "Please my Lord Dion, come back to me! Without you—"
She broke off; whirled and fled.
For a long, long moment, Burke stared after her, straining his eyes against the black encroachment of the night.
Then, abruptly, he dropped to one knee and set to looping one end of Daedalus' cord around the lamp-stand—tying it tight; tugging and testing it.
Sound stirred behind him, a faint whisper.
Burke bit down hard. "Damn you, Ariadne!"
No answer.