It’s a long way to Knossos,” she sa

It’s a long way to Knossos,” she said, “and I won’t be able to carry much. A little food: a flask of wine and a cheese. And acorns to last me for a week.” She had not been crying; she had not taken time for tears. She was not even angry. She was lost.“It will take you three solid days to reach Knossos. You’ll never find your children and get back to your tree alive!”“I may overtake them on the way. He’s burdened with the children.”“And if you do, how can you stop him?”“I can’t stop him but I can ask him to leave my children. Let him go, if he must, but leave my children.”“He won’t listen to you. I won’t let you go, Kora.”“You can easily stop me,” she said. “You have the strength. But you will have to kill me. Will you do that, Zoe?”I looked into her face and saw, for the first time, the utter implacability of a