Theseus begged, he pleaded, he bewitched and beguiled Ariadne into showing him the way through the Labyrinth, and she was powerless to resist his importunities. Thus it was, that in the dead of night, when all slept, Ariadne wound her way among the serpent-like coils of the passages, unspooling a fine silken thread as she went to the very portal of that grisly, gruesome, fearsome, awesome, loathsome, danksome chamber wherein the beast lay couched in restless slumber. Taking care not to arouse... Sign in to see full entry.