There was an inscription found at Knossos, tablet KN GG(1) 702, that reads:
To all the gods, honey
To the mistress of the labyrinth, honey
It seemed to me the kind of thing begging for a story.
To the Mistress of the Labyrinth
She props open the
door to her labyrinth on warm summer nights, leaves trails of candles
to mark the way, and dead heroes’ clothing in still-sticky beehives. She
builds a new shrine from old tithes, stacks the abandoned offerings of
centuries past with fairy flame and woolen underthings, plasters the
gaps in her stone walls with little but her anger, her patience.