The Hydra’s head glinted in the afternoon light and replied; that I didn't have to try to destroy it. That some dark things may live in caves. That the sun was not entitled to reach its grasping fingers into every corner. That not every hero of antiquity received a shrine; that some lost their thread in the Labyrinth; and some grew tired, and rested by a lake, before they mounted their horse and returned to a familiar roadhouse.
