For three days the Minoan had crouched, small and dark and afraid, hidden in the fern-hung mouth of the cave. Sometimes he scraped lichen from the limestone rocks about him, stuffing his mouth with the...

But, doctor, even you, a Hittite, saw what our Mycenaean shields were like! Oh, don’t smile, I may be an old woman, but I know what I am talking about, and if you will be patient, you will understand,...

It was the early part of the year, and the stormy sea birds rode the blustering air that swept across the sea from Ireland. Two people, a man and a girl, walked the cliff-top above the green sea. Behind...