Once out of the labyrinth Deadulus and Icarus carefully made their way to the shore of the island and pondered on what to do next. The trees and bushes surrounding the beach would provide an ideal sanctuary for the time being.
They could possibly survive for months or years without being seen. But who would want to live like that – hiding away hoping they would not be captured?
Icarus nodded quickly. In truth he was barely listening. Hiding on the shore of the island of Crete had been boring. He had spent weeks doing nothing more exciting with his days than collecting feathers and catching ﬁ sh for his father and himself to eat. And now at last they had the chance to escape. He shufﬂ ed impatiently as his father attached the wings to his arms, then helped his father to position his own wings.
and then he had an idea which was both brilliant and ambitious. He would build a pair of wings! It would take some time, days, weeks even, but he would build a pair of wings for his son and himself exactly the same as the wings of a seagull but on a much larger scale
Scattered around the beach were seagull feathers. Daedalus instructed his son to collect as many as he could ﬁ nd. He worked carefully to build the wings, studying the exact angle and shape of the seagulls and examining how the birds ﬂ ew. At last, six weeks after they had escaped from the labyrinth, the wings were ready.
‘With these wings you will fly like a bird"
Daedalus told his son, ‘but be careful. Make sure you do not ﬂ y too close to the Sun. If you do, the wax that holds the feathers together will melt.’