‘Majesty, come away he may be dangerous’. Today, there was to be a grand demonstration of the bull dance in the central court of the palace, one of the many celebrations ordered by my husband to celebrate his acceptance as the rightful King and it would be attended by all the nobles of the island. My husband is a King and shares the faults of many Kings, greed and arrogance being but two. I hid behind one of the trees and watched. Only Procris was immune to the charm, using a protective herb she would consort with him at will. Many merchants and ordinary folk from the town were gathered around the wooden arena built for the bull dance while the nobles watched from the terraces around the court. I knew it to be about the length of a forearm from wrist to elbow and the width of two fingers. I was in love in a way as only once before when I was a young girl growing up in Colchis.
