“What kind
of a problem?” Fiona asks.
Strauss
walks down a few more steps and gestures before him. Fiona sees that
their staircase is descending into a very large cave mouth. Beyond
the mouth is a hedge, well over nine feet in height, with only a
single opening. Looking further afield, she can see there are more
hedges of equal height, and walkways between them. She realises that
she is looking at a maze, the kind you find in the gardens of English
stately homes, only this one stretches beyond the horizon.
“When I
came through here to rescue you,” Strauss tells her, “The bushes
were merely shrubs.”
