“That which can be destroyed by the truth should be.”
Right. So this is episode 5 of Atlantis, everyone’s (least) favourite BBC fantasy drama, and I watched it weeks ago.
I’m very behind, I know. And it’s not likely to get any better.
But then, neither is Atlantis, so it’s all fine really.
OK, so, what happened in White Lies?
(Good question, actually.)
After some thought, I have decided that White Lies was The One In Which Ariadne’s Long-Lost Brother Turns Up. Not much fantasy in this one, actually. None of this rubbish with potions and spells, just good old Political Intrigue and Family Kidnappings.
You see, Ariadne’s brother Therus, a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, was accused of treachery to Minos and driven from the kingdom. Now he’s back, and in more or less mortal danger. And, of course, he wants to see his sister. Because Greek princes have absolutely no thought for their own self-preservation.
Obviously, Jason and the gang must Help Out (because Ariadne can’t apparently do anything on her own) and…stuff. Think Merlin but less subtle. There are royals who think throwing a hood over your head can fool absolutely any guard (let’s hope they never meet Captain Carrot), princesses who can’t spot an obvious assassination attempt (surely poison is the first thing they teach important people to look for in a drink in Ancient Greece), and general embarrassing awkwardness between Ariadne and Jason.
The Prize for Most Ridiculously Anachronistic Statement, however, goes to Pythagoras:
Breakfast. The most important meal of the day.
Somehow, I don’t think that was actually a thing in Ancient Greece…