The Storyteller: Ten centuries ago a creature was born. Child of a terrible passion. Son of a queen, son of a bull. A creature so monstrous, Minos, King of Crete had this maze build to hide him. Every seven years there was a blood tribute paid to Crete. Every seven years a black-sailed ship came from Athens. Seven youths in their prime, seven pure maidens were taken as sacrifice. Brought here to the labyrinth, where every passage is a promise broken, Every way out is a way in and where the Minotaur's savage appetite for human flesh could be dealt with in the dark...
Theseus: [having found his father's sword] Mother, was my father a great warrior?
Aithra: Your father is a king. Your father is Aegeus, king of Athens.
Theseus: I will come back, I promise.
Aithra: Go to Athens by sea. Don't risk the coast road. Danger will find you soon enough.
Theseus: I seek purification from the king.
Medea: [sarcastic] Of course you do.
Aegeus: What is your name, warrior?
Theseus: Theseus, lord.
Aegeus: Your lineage?
Theseus: Some say my father is of the sea, some say he is a great king.
Medea: The king is insulted by riddles, does he have your allegiance?
Theseus: I would give my life for him. I would take life from all who are his enemies.
The Dog: [about Medea] I don't like her, she's a witch.
The Storyteller: She was a witch, she was also a mother. And she knew Theseus. She knew nothing would stand in his way, not love, not fear, not a promise.
The Storyteller: As Ariadne came from the labyrinth, ran from monster left with its secrets, Theseus son of Aegeus sailed into Crete. And as the childen of Athens came before her, Theseus the hero stood defiant. As he saw her, as she saw him, the threads of their lives crossed. Tangled, knotted them together.
The Storyteller: [Theseus has defeated the Minotaur] It lay there on the floor, bleeding to death. And Theseus stood above it with his sword. And as he watched, its huge jaws moved. And it seemed to him as if the sounds coming from them were almost human. Mother, it seemed to say, mother... father... brother... sister.
Ariadne: No... don't! Don't kill him. He's my brother.
The Storyteller: And Ariadne watched, pale as sin. Watched and waited for her new lord to join her. Waited for him to lie with her. And when the fire had died to its embers, when the wineskins were dry, when his feet could no longer carry him, Theseus came to her. And all night he promised her anything. Everything. The promise of a man to a woman. The promise his father had made to his mother... and broken.
The Storyteller: [about Aegeus] His heart broke and he lept out into the dazzling light of the day into the sea, which ever after bares his name.
The Storyteller: Theseus, son of Aegeus, bullslayer, king of Athens. Many nights he would dream of wondering through the winding corridors of his palace. Looking as he had done once before for a monster to kill. But in the dream, it was always his mother, or his father, or his wife he killed. And when he caught his own reflection, he had the monster's face.
Pursuer: [from outside the labyrinth the storyteller he was chasing just broke into] Athenian dog!
The Dog: That's you.
The Storyteller: At first it was wonderful.
The Dog: There's a "but" coming.
The Storyteller: But...
[the dog nods]
Ariadne: Throw him on the ground as the Egyptians kneel to their kings and queens!
The Dog: She gave him a key? Oh, my goodness, this *is* getting exciting.