![]() ![]() ![]() I could well believe the truth of it, for the gods did enjoy a prolonged spectacle of pain.īut when I thought of Scylla, I thought of the foolish and all-too-human girl, gasping for breath amid the froth of waves churning in the wake of my father’s boat. Far from giving her escape from her cruel fate, she was immediately set upon in an endless chase by the crimson-streaked eagle bent upon eternal vengeance. Stories told that, at the moment of her drowning, Scylla was transformed into a seabird. My father, Minos, liked to tell me that story of how his unimpeachable moral conduct won him Megara, the subservience of Athens, and the chance to set a shining example of his impeccable judgment. ![]() I am Ariadne, princess of Crete, though my story takes us a long way from the rocky shores of my home. ![]()
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