He bowed his head, eventually fell into a disturbed sleep. He dreamed of searching for Athena, hidden in the middle of an impossible maze.
At times he dreamt he had found her, held her in his arms, as she whispered in his ear. Love words? Or something else. What was she saying?
Demo woke, glanced around.
Day was breaking and the sky above was brightening. Nevertheless, something was wrong. This wasn't his home! This was - ah, the maze. Slowly he stood up.
Athena. She had been trying to tell him something. Something very important. She had whispered so low the words were unclear. He shook his head, started to wander off in search of the entranceway.
Then he stopped.
It was something about the rope. She whispered something about the rope. I better take it with me.
The guards huddled around the fire, talking dispiritedly.
I suppose they'll transfer us back to headquarters. Can't stand that place! Too many brass. Too much spick and polish."
"You may not be so lucky. Remember, the minotaur escaped. They just might cut off our heads!"