A small chill ran through Burke. He still didn't speak.
Theseus said, "You want to get at the Minotaur so rotten much—well, I'm just the boy to help you do it, now you've worked all the details out with that Daedalus and Ariadne." A leer. "We'll handle it just the way you planned it: drop into the sewer-tunnel here, then hunt till we find the manhole into the Labyrinth."
The burly Greek got up as he finished. "All right. On your feet!"
By way of emphasis, he kicked Burke in the stomach.
Retching, Burke lurched over to a face-down position and tried to rise.
Stumbling erect proved difficult enough. Then, on his feet at last, he discovered that his captor had hobbled his ankles also, so he could move only in short, awkward steps.
Now the Athenian gestured to the open manhole that led into the sewer. "Hurry it up! Get down there!"
Awkwardly, Burke shuffled towards the opening.
Apparently he moved too slowly for his captor's tastes, for a sandaled foot took a leg from under him and he spilled to the floor and half-fell through the hole.