I release Darius' arm and rush to the bow of the boat. I have never lost my girlish fascination with the porpoises welcoming us and guiding us into shore. I glance back and see Paton watching them too. Darius gives them a passing glance but is much too enraptured by his new companion to pay much more notice than that for now. I find myself somewhat envious of him. I almost wish I had someone at my side.

Con is suddenly pictured in my mind's eye. He is a warrior, but what would he want with a slip of a girl who will one day be Queen? Would mother even approve such a choice? I suspect she might if it were the right situation, and given her own love of the General, I hardly think she would disapprove. There is also Prince Radamanthys. He is an eligible bachelor, and a handsome one at that. He has ruled at Phaistos in his own right. Would he accept the unusual situation of being my consort, subordinate to the rule of my brother as King?

Yes, Darius and I are to rule as King and Queen, but not as husband and wife. Our father proclaimed it was to be this way when we were born. Mother has stated that one day soon, when she feels Darius and I are ready, she will abdicate her role as Queen of Crete. She has already resigned the title, though wisely, not the position. We both understand that she wishes to see us married and somewhat settled before she relinquishes her position. In this sense, Darius and I are definitely not ready, and these are still chaotic times.

I put these thoughts aside as our landing becomes imminent. I wish we could see Knossos as we pull into the cove. But as Phaistos is on a hill overlooking the bay, Knossos is further inland in a small valley. We will have to walk the distance from the beach to the palace. I am ready for a good walk after being confined to the boat for the past several hours.