“Civil war ensues. One side is loyal to King Minos. The other supports the High Priestess of the Snake Goddess sanctuary. The king is about to be overthrown, and places his young daughter in the hands of the commander of the palace guard who leaves Knossos with the Minoan treasure. They sail aboard a cargo ship to the west, with the High Priestess and her brother in pursuit. There is a fierce sea battle off the coast of Spain. Both ships are heavily damaged by fire. The king’s daughter escapes in a sailboat. The priestess and her party make it to land, but their ship has been damaged beyond repair. They are stranded.”
Kalliste remembered the dark stains on the wreck of the sunken ship.
“The timbers of the Minoan vessel off Cadiz were charred from fire. That’s quite the coincidence.”
“No coincidence at all. You dove on the king’s ship.”
“We saw no sign of treasure.”
“That’s because there is none. Numerous dives were made on the ship over the centuries before it was determined that the commander disposed of the treasure before the battle.”
Kalliste remembered the diving bell and the other antique underwater equipment that littered the shipwreck.
“The divers all died looking for a treasure that wasn’t there,” she said.
Lily nodded. “At that point the wreck was abandoned and its location was lost over time until the fisherman caught his net.”
“What happened after the battle?” Kalliste asked.
“The priestess, her brother and a handful of followers made their way to a Minoan mining colony. They took control and prospered. The king’s people vanished. They hid their tracks well. Search parties went out from the mining colony, but with no success. There were no DNA footprints to follow in those days.”
“What’s DNA got to do with it?”
“In this case, everything. I borrowed some hairs from your pillow and had them analyzed.”
“You broke into my apartment to find some hairs?”
“Not me, but those under my command.”
The intrusion on her private property seemed trivial after having been kidnapped, but Kalliste was furious.
“I liked you much better when you were a TV producer. Too bad you went through all this breaking and entering and stealing for nothing.”
“No trouble at all, considering what I learned from the DNA tests. That your genetic line goes back to King Minos.”
“Oh, stop it, Lily. That’s ridiculous.”
“The DNA doesn’t lie. You are a direct descendent of King Minos’s daughter.”
“Fascinating. I always wanted to be a princess. You still haven’t told me what we’re doing in this place, and why we’re dressed in these foolish costumes.”
“I understand why you’re angry, but you will feel better after I put things in perspective.”
“I doubt it, but go ahead.” Kalliste’s curiosity overshadowed her anger.
“I told you how the priestess and her people entrenched themselves in the mining colony. The priestess remained pure so she could conduct the old rituals, but her brother and the other men intermarried with local women. As their line grew, they expanded their wealth and power throughout Spain and into other parts of Europe. They went into the highest levels of government and business. No matter where they were, they kept to the old traditions and rituals.”
“They practiced the Minoan religion?”
“It was modified to adapt to changing circumstances, but it endured in its basic form through the centuries.”
“You’re saying there are people alive in the world today who belong to a cult that worships the Snake Goddess?”
“The Way of the Axe is much more than a cult. It took an organization with power and wealth to build this replica of the original maze where they could practice their religion and be reminded of their ancient roots.”
“Does that religion include the bull dancers?”
“The farms around here bred the Auroch bulls for centuries and young men and women were trained in the ritual. It became more difficult to maintain the breed and train the dancers while keeping our existence a secret. We had to make other arrangements.”
“It’s hard for me to believe an ‘organization’ like the one you describe could operate in secret for so long without being discovered.”
“Oh, their secret was uncovered from time to time, but those revelations were quickly reburied. Important communications were transmitted using the ancient script, Linear A. I believe you’re familiar with it.”
“Of course. Linear A is one of the world’s great mysteries.”
“Apparently, it is a mystery no more. The translating device you and Hawkins brought up from the ship is similar to those used to keep the old language alive. We use computer programs now, not unlike the one you hoped the Hidden History channel would finance. Within minutes, we can decipher the scroll that gave you so much trouble. Simply figuring out the author’s name was an amazing accomplishment on your part, though.”
I have a big, fat Greek mouth, Kalliste thought. She had told Lily everything about the device and the scroll when she called from Santorini to ask Hidden History to fund a computer-aided translation.
Attempting to divert Lily, she said, “Thank you, but all I learned was that the author’s name was Minotaur.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. The Minotaur was the nickname of King Minos’s second-in-command. He was the guardian of your ancestor, the king’s daughter.”
“Now I understand. You were behind the attack on my expedition and the destruction of the ancient ship,” Kalliste said.
“We couldn’t let the translator get into the wrong hands. Our prime directive is that Linear A be kept a secret. Once the script is deciphered, all our secrets, going back centuries, would become public.”
“As you can see, I don’t have it. So, maybe you can arrange transportation from this lovely place.”
“You can leave any time you want to,” Lily said. “Just press on the octopus image on the fresco to the right of the door.”
Kalliste was suspicious. This was too easy. She got up and went to the door. When she placed her palm on the octopus, the door slid open. She glanced back at Lily, who was still in her chair, and stepped out into a long passageway lit by electric wall sconces.
She set her jaw and began to follow the passageway toward another door. She had made it almost to the end when the door slid open on its own. Beyond the portal was darkness, except for two pairs of blazing red orbs at eye level. She thought they were some sort of lights until they moved in her direction. She turned and ran. The patter of paws was right behind her.
Lily was waiting in the doorway to the apartment. She stepped aside, then followed Kalliste into the room and closed the door.
“Are you done playing with our pets?” she said.
“What are those awful things?” She could barely speak.
“They’re called the Daemons. They’re a hybrid of dog and wolf, developed through the years to resemble the griffins on the wall drawings. You were never in any danger. The medallion around your neck protected you.”
Kalliste’s trembling hand reached to her throat and her fingers felt the metal pendant shaped like a double-headed axe.
“I don’t understand,” she said.
“The medallion emits a signal that tells the Daemons that you’re not prey.”
She reached out and hit the wall switch that slid the door back. Sitting on their haunches, tongues hanging out over their formidable teeth, were the supposed hounds that had chased her. They made no move to come into the room but, in fact, got to their feet and moved aside to make way for Lily.
“Come,” she said. “I’ll show you the Maze.”