The three men silently watched as the soldier passed by atop his black stallion. Men, women, and children clapped and shouted praises as he lead the hunter and the recently rescued Princess of Athens toward the palace. Not one of the men smiled, clapped, or partook of the cheerful atmosphere. They only watched, calculating.

"That him?" The man to the right growled as he nodded toward, the soldier. He had a nice scar across his grizzled chin and had a cruel look about him.

The plump, balding man standing between the two shivered at the voice, but answered all the same. "Yeah. That's him. Perseus."

"Looks like he's doing well. Must be a pretty good profit in rescuing princesses." The man on the left narrowed his eyes. He was large and muscular with a deep scowl permanently etched into his features.

"Should pay decently enough to keep his past . . . hidden. For your sake." The man on the right glared at the plump man in the middle, who shuffled nervously.

"He will." The plump man looked at the soldier with undisguised disgust. "He better, or we'll sell it to the highest bidder."

The End

Continued in The Labyrinth