I uncover the signs of my kingship, sword and shoes, hidden beneath the matriarchal Stone of Aethra. Heir to Athens, do not forget your destiny, to reach the Centre of the Labyrinth. Even as a youth I had strange questing dreams of maze-like catacombs, so like this Labyrinth . No less a craftsman than Daedalus the Master Artificer of Athens planned this work. It confounds all marks of distinction. and leads me into wild meanders, by a mazing train of various paths.
Music becomes faster and participants join in the maze dance.
This Maze is as limpid Meander that strays into Phrygion plains and rolls backwards and forwards its various streams, often with wonder surveying its former banks. Now it points upwards to its source, now glides downwards to the sea, and fatigues in various toils its wandering current. Just so Daedalus forms innumerable paths into endless windings, in so much that he himself could scarce find the way into the entrance, for manifold and intricate are its windings. Theseus, hear my voice. In the Cycles of Time and Space, loose not the thread.