“We are
hardly in a position to know,” Strauss replies.
“You've
been here before,” Fiona jabs her stick at him, “I haven't, so
you're better suited to lead the way. Which feels better to you,
left or right?”
“We do not
know.”
“Then
guess.”
“Left, we
would suggest left.”
Fiona kneels
down on the grass beneath her feet and uses the stick to carve an
arrow pointing left into the turf.
“Left it
is,” she says, walking ten paces to the next intersection. “Now?”
“Right
feels appropriate.”
Once more
she carves an arrow, this time pointing right, and walks the next ten
paces.
