“This one, I think,” the king said.
“No!” Theseus said, too loud. A plea of desperation.
Minos whipped his head around at Theseus. His guards tightened their grips on their spears.
“Please, my king, just send me in,” Theseus said. “I beg you.”
“Save your begging for when you go before Hades,” Minos spat, then turned to his guards. “Take that one. Now.”
“No!”
This time it wasn’t a plea. It was a war cry.
Theseus leapt in front of Pirithous as the guards moved in, and as quick as lightning, he wrested the spear from one of them, kicking the man in the chest. The guard hit the ground and, forced by the mighty blow, skidded far across the room. Theseus spun the spear above his head and brought the blunt side down on the next nearest guard. His fellow Athenian soldiers, as well as Pirith
