I am the bull of Knossos, where rich Minoans live amidst painted splendour. On the island of Crete I am surrounded by the Mediterranean Sea, by mountains and plains, by bronze, by plaster, by amphorae of wine. On the extensive fresco painted upon a wall of the Central Court at Knossos I am light brown in hue, my long horns pointing forward, my neck a solid arc of muscle. My hooves are yellow, my tail whisking high in the air. They wish to tame me through such perilous sports, but I am a wild animal. Bull Leaping They approach me as I charge at them, youths all of them, male and female, walking, though not at speed. Their faces bear
