Chapter 7Theseus grabbed the key and raced back in the direction of the menagerie. As he turned a corner, he all but ran directly into one of Minos’s guards, dressed in the standard uniform of helmet, gauntlets, boots, and cape—and nothing else. It made Theseus wonder momentarily how anyone, from king to guard to slave, got any business done in this palace, seeing as how they all had their c***s out all the time.
The guard raised his spear and aimed it at Theseus’s heart. “You are one of the tributes.”
“I am, sir.” Theseus subtly slipped the key into the iron cuff on his wrist.
“What are you doing out of bed? Trying to escape, are we?”
“No! No, I was just coming back from the piss chamber, and I got lost.”
“The piss chamber is right next to the celebration hall. There’s no way you cou
