Transcription: Remember, son, said Daedalus, follow me. We steer a middle course between Noxos and Delos in the west. Lebinthos and Samos in the east. I will guide us through. Keep me in sight at all times. Fly neither too high nor too low. Too high and the sun will melt the wax that binds the feathers, to low, and the salty ocean air will clog the wings and make them droop. All right, father. Oh, you will be safe, my son. Never fear. Only follow my lead and my directions, and all will be well.
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