Incense of sandlewood, because she liked it, and for healing; of cedar, for justice; and old dittany. Ariadnes smokes ascended and diffused through the darkness of the central court around her, and as the flames in her tripods cast trembling light up the pillars of the shrine, she gathered the fumes about herself with subtle spiral gestures of her hands, and breathed them, a comfort, a cleansing, bringing herself to full presence.  She stood quite still this way........until her shoulders shook and a bitten -back sob escaped her.  She was only weeping, an animal sound, like the bark of a dog abandoned.
She started again and burned offerings.
I needed to see his soul come home, perhaps in the shape of a bird that might perch on the long-halfted Labyrs by the bier- or to open.....
 Crickets and nightbirds kept on chirping and peeping from the darkness of garden and tree all around the labyrinth and the night was so calm and spring-voluptuos that one could believe too well the world would just go on blithe as ever:..