Walking cautiously, Alexander drew his dagger, remembering the words of the Oracle: “He who unties the knot shall be king”. He grabbed the rope and shouted skyward “This is your test Zeus?! Halter of warriors?!”. Suddenly the twine grew hot in his hands as a heavy footfall rebounded from the arcade.
Alexander's hands flew open as a griffin emerged from the dark. It charged, mouth glinting and wide, and he ran to the door, cogs moaning and the door moving shut. He fell against the door, the snapping beak of the beast held back by a muzzle nailed in with brass tacks and connected to Diana's rope.
Alexander pulled a pan flute, a relic of Orpheus, from his satchel and played. The griffin's head lolled and fell to the ground. He sprinted back to the knot and with a deft swing cleaved the rope, Diana's hand crumbling to the ground. He wrapped the twine around his arm, and approached his new mount.
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