Argos' Diary: 81st Entry
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"The eighty-first entry in Argos' diary, translated and decrypted from a page that fell off and found its way to you.
It can only be read by the Master of the labyrinth.
Dominikos, 81st of His Lineage
Bless my mind, Argeiphontes,
to be as accurate as scales,
as fair as gravity, and
as sprightly as a message from yourself or blessed Mist-Scented Iris!
In the year of 2019, on the first day of June, I arrived in the Labyrinth. One by one I overcame the trials of the Son of Maia and earned the honor of carrying the role of foreman. Each one of my victories came from tricking my opponents and that I bear with unrivaled pride.
On the first trial I and my opponents were sent out to lie and deceive the poor, down-trodden and vulnerable. The night before I spread rumors among them of a traveling band of scammers, and taught them that tomorrow I would return to capture the villains if they would kindly play along with my own trickery. We established a pact, the people and I, and with their help I cheated my opponents out of their money.
On the second trial I was pitted against three opponents in combat. I spread the lie that the ceremony was delayed by one hour, and so my first opponent missed it.
Neither did my second rival arrive to challenge me, for I knew the sweet song of his heart. He nurtured an affection towards a lass in the village. I impersonated him and lulled her with furtive, hand-written notes. We set up a meeting on the date and time of the ceremony, then I revealed to my adversary his sweetheart waited for him — he abandoned his duty for love and so was my victory assured.
My third opponent was a hulking brute, longest and thickest among us all, infected however with a heart too kind, a will too soft. He was the sole breadwinner of his tragic family — his mother perished shortly after his youngest sibling was born and his father was gravely ill. He feared taking the role of Argos Panoptes but tradition and honor pushed him nonetheless. I instilled ideas in his father's mind — who would care for the children if he left? Would the father get to see his oldest son before his own untimely demise? And so the father pleaded, and the son tearfully relented.
On the last trial my one remaining adversary and I were tasked with sneaking unnoticed into the temple to retrieve a relic. But he hesitated and dragged himself so mournfully during the trials! His will was lacking. I tampered with his ceremonial garments and sewed a chime on its back, thus leading both to his swift defeat and a fine distraction that enabled my invasion of the temple.
Let it be known I tricked and deceived my way to the top, but never did I break my word or utter a lie. A snake ought to take pride in his treachery, it is our duty to hone this craft much like a swordsman polishes his sword and the poet his words. The duty of the Argos Panoptes is to be a thespian — play a role, construct a fiction, go on stage and dedicate his performance to the Gods. This, I state, is the truest spirit of the Argos Panoptes, and with my mandate I shall prove correct the legacy of the 80th Argos, Christos of Crete. Know you, all that come henceforth, that Christos was my grandfather, the greatest Argos before the disgraceful revolt of Clément. His mandate was interrupted by the toddler's tantrum but eight decades later his lineage came to finish his grand performance.
Oh, what fun will mankind's champion and I have! Hereby I pledge my oath; joyously shall I play the role of villain — the honorbound deceiver as my ancestor put it — to instruct the new lord and reveal the deep truth of his character. Fate is in humanity's hands and we stand witness!"