Page 31 of Taurus's Quest
Her brow furrowed as she stared intently at the page, her eyes tracking back and forth, reading the text. “There is mention of wagons of stone from its construction being transported into the city and used for building, which is interesting because, as I mentioned, it’s been long assumed the maze was built near the king’s palace. That claim has been disputed, though, seeing as how excavations have never found any sign of it.”
“These wagons, did they only carry stone, or dirt too?”
“Why does it matter?”
“Because if they also relocated dirt, then that implies they dug into the ground. If it’s only rock then it’s more likely they chiseled into a mountain.”
“Mountains have dirt.”
“On their surface, but most are primarily comprised of rock.”
The way Circe pursed her lips almost had him lunging over the table for a taste.
“Crete has many mountains, as well as stony gorges. However, that said, many of them are tourist attractions. Seeing as how no one has inadvertently stumbled across the Labyrinth, that might indicate it’s located in one of the less traveled, impassable regions.” A comment murmured before she returned to reading, not long before she exclaimed, “Aha.”
“What did you find?”
“There is mention that the three-day journey to relocate the stone took a toll on the oxen pulling the wagons.”
“And this is useful because…”
“Because that means the Labyrinth isn’t in the center of Crete where Minos’ palace was located.”
“Which narrows it down to how many mountains?”
“A lot.” She pushed the tablet side.
“No more clues?”
“Not unless you’re interested in the agriculture of the time. I guess it won’t be that simple to find it.” She sighed.
“That’s only book one. Don’t give up hope, honey.”
Her gaze settled on him. “Why do you keep calling me honey?”
“Because you’re sweet.”
“I’ve been called many things, but sweet wasn’t one of them. Bossy. Standoffish. Stubborn.”
He chuckled. “Nothing wrong with being assertive, but in this case, I’m talking about how you taste.”
“As if you’d know from that single chaste peck,” she scoffed.
“Are you daring me to kiss you again?”
Her eyes widened. “N-no.”
The stutter and the way her cheeks turned pink said otherwise.
“Are you sure? I’m totally ready and willing.”
“Why would I want to kiss you?”
“Well, for one, you could test me out to see how my freshly shaven chin feels, but mostly because I’m awesome.”
She burst out laughing. “And very arrogant.”
“I am. I think it’s a warrior trait,” he offered with a grin.
