Into the Labyrinth
“Her skirt caught on a bramble. Swearing, she tore it loose, taking a certain grim satisfaction in hearing the fabric rip. So what if her clothes were in shreds? What did it matter? She would never get to go anywhere, never get to do anything with anybody of interest ever again.… Angry and miserable, she curled up on the marble bench, giving herself up to the luxury of self-pity. Outside the maze, through the hedgerows, she could hear the other three continuing to bicker. Roland asked if they shouldn’t go in after Aleatha. Paithan said no, leave her alone, she wouldn’t go far and what could happen to her anyway?
“Nothing,” said Aleatha drearily. “Nothing will happen. Ever again.”
Eventually their voices faded away; their footsteps trailed off. She was alone.
“I might as well be in prison,” she said, looking at her surroundings, the green walls of the hedges with their unnaturally sharp angles and lines, strict and confining. “Except prison would be better than this. Every prisoner has ...some chance of escape, and I have none.MoreLess
“Nothing,” said Aleatha drearily. “Nothing will happen. Ever again.”
Eventually their voices faded away; their footsteps trailed off. She was alone.
“I might as well be in prison,” she said, looking at her surroundings, the green walls of the hedges with their unnaturally sharp angles and lines, strict and confining. “Except prison would be better than this. Every prisoner has ...some chance of escape, and I have none.MoreLess
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