Half a Hundred Hero Tales of Ulysses and The Men of Old
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Half a Hundred Hero Tales of Ulysses and The Men of Old
Mythology, Classical -- Juvenile literature
So the young man took the end of the silken string in his left hand,
and his gold-hilted sword, ready drawn from its scabbard, in the
other, and trod boldly into the inscrutable labyrinth. How this
labyrinth was built is more than I can tell you, but so cunningly
contrived a mizmaze was never seen in the world before nor since.
Theseus had not taken five steps before he lost sight of Ariadne; and
in five more his head was growing dizzy. But he still went on, now
creeping through a low arch, now ascending a flight of steps, now in
one crooked passage, and now in another, with here a door opening
before him, and there one banging behind, until it really seemed as if
the walls spun round and whirled him along with them. And all the
while, through these hollow avenues, now nearer, now farther off
again, resounded the cry of the Minotaur; and the sound was so fierce,
so cruel, so ugly, so like a bull's roar, and withal so like a human
voice, and yet like neither of them, that the brave heart of Theseus
grew sterner and angrier at every step; for he felt it an insult to
the moon and sky, and to our affectionate and simple Mother Earth,
that such a monster should have the audacity to exist.
As he passed onward, the clouds gathered over the moon, and the
labyrinth grew so dusky that Theseus could no longer discern the
bewilderment through which he was passing. He would have felt quite
lost, and utterly hopeless of ever again walking in a straight path,
if every little while he had not been conscious of a gentle twitch at
the silken cord. Then he knew that the tender-hearted Ariadne was
still holding the other end, and that she was fearing for him, and
hoping for him, and giving him just as much of her sympathy as if she
were close by his side. But still he followed the dreadful roar of the
Minotaur, which now grew louder and louder, and finally so very loud
that Theseus fully expected to come close upon him, at every new
zigzag and wriggle of the path. And at last, in an open space, in the
very center of the labyrinth, he did discern the hideous creature.
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