I am weary from a long journey at sea.There is an interpreter with me, and our visit is expected. I marvel at the beauty of this distant and powerful empire. It is all like nothing that I have ever seen. The palace is a massive structure, and I am told there are a thousand rooms. We pass silos gor grain storage and other out buildings. I am to tired from my journey to pay much attention, but I hear the wailing of a woman. The interpreter tells me that she is at prayer. I must prepare myself for the Cretan magic.