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Unformatted text preview: A Lunar Labyriraith ' .‘ "I." T \\ E WERE WALKING UP a gentle hill on a summer's e 4' gone eight thirty, but it still felt like midafternoon. The s, \ and salmon and purple-gray. "So how did it end?" I asked my guide. "It never ends," he said. "But you said it's gone," I said. “The maze." I had found the lunar labyrinth mentioned online, a note on a website that told you what was interesting and i wherever you were in the world. Unusual local attractio and more manmade the better. I do not know why I an)” \ i them: stoneless henges made of cars or of yellow school made of flaking powdery concrete and all the rest. I need them, and they give me an excuse to stop driv NEIL GAIMAN ‘, other. For those kids it was Hallowe'en ever ‘. scared. Some of them said they saw a tortured". . “What kind of a torturer?" The word hadri‘m . not hear it often, not in conversation. ' “Just someone who tortured people, I guess in on a summer evening Somewhere there were ' “It was only kids when the moon was darkm 'u , moon appeared, then the children got younger. an I come up to the hill and walk with them. " w they were trying to pull the moon out ofthe sky and p -. little faces. able' in each other's company, the ones whose courtin; « : forgotten." He leaned heavily on his stick. “Not forgmm i I ’ "You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you. Email; has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. 02' the fingered? "Did they have flashfights?’ ' ‘ "Some nights they did. Some nights they dian IthinkI 3?? ’ Under the mum. _ "HOW a.) V was burned u -, My guide ., = go back. They by comparison} wandering lo You know that ' "How do-y "Teeth. '3 minotaur did: U I thought, turer. But all maze? Were: "They W« “I don’t ’ was far fro. a "We ha "So why He paused. “You’ll get a better idea of how things lie when . to the top of the hill." . ,4» "How do they lie?" ‘ 'At the top of the hill " The hill was getting steeper and steeper. My left knee hi4 ‘1, . - injured the previous winter, in a fall on the me, which mean .. no longer run fast, and these days I found hills and steps » ' ' ' taxing. With each step my knee would twinge, reminding me, of its existence. Many people, on learning that the local oddity they w" visit had burned down some years before, would simply haw" back into their cars and driven on toward their final destina said, half a dozen bigfoots had been living the summer befo they howled at night, and that they stank, but that they had“ almost a year ago. There was a rank animal smell that lingo place, but it might have been coyotes. love. Do I have to explain the difference to you? The s goats?" “I don't think so.” "The sick came, too, sometimes. The damaged and 1 w i came. and some of them needed to be wheeled through" I 1‘ or carried. But even they had to choose the path they trav people carrying them or wheeling them. Nobody chose! but them. When I was a boy people called them cripples; don't call them cripples any longer. The lovelorn came, to . " The lunatics—they were brought here, sometimes. G from the moon, it was only fair the moon had a chance tar NEIL GAIMAN in the labyrinth}? h and those in need. My sis They told her it would be fatal if she . '. and then it might be fatal anyw ying a baby, not"; a women’s condition. her insides all scraped out, stomach had swollen up as if she was carr She came up he I. “a ‘ although she must have been pushing fifty. the moon was a day from full and she walked the labyrin, ._ I I e ‘3 i‘ it from the outside in, in the moons light, and she walk d “5‘ . ' n ‘ A 0 false steps or mistaken. ,:__ a. center back to the outside, with n "What happened to her?" "She lived,” he said, shortly. . he hill, but I could not see what I was 100) We crested t a was too dark. ’ “They delivered her of the thing inside her. It lived air? while.” He paused. Then he tapped my arm. "Look over the I turned and looked. The size of the moon astonished, ir's an optical illusion, that the moon grows no smaller as, , this moon seemed to take up so much of the horizon as ' I I found myself thinking of the old Frank Frazetta paperb' where men with their swords raised would be silhouetted,“ huge moons, and I remembered paintings of wolves how tops, black cutouts against the circle of snow—white moon) them. The enormous moon that was rising was the cred ~ freshly churned butter. "Is the moon full?" I asked. "That’s a full moon, all right.” He sounded satisfied. if the labyrinth." “ 'i5 We walked towards it. I had expected to see ash on or nothing. Instead, in the buttery moonlight, I saw a ma ’ and elegant, made of circles and whorls inside a huge SQ“; notjudge distances properly in that light, but I thought of the square must be two hundred f i I eet 01' more. ‘i :- NEIL GAIMAN “There's always a chance that you coul e full moon. First you have" ' fountain there. Youlfl ‘ The man said, safely. Even on the night of th the labyrinth. There's a you have to make it bac mistakes on the way in or on the when the bushes were u of all that I the center of can't mistake it. Then missteps, no dead ends, no It's probably easier now than it was chance. Otherwise, the labyrinth gets to cute yo Of course, you'll have to run." I looked back. I could not see my guide. Not any 10113 ‘_.f was something in front of me, beyond the bushvpath patter-m shadow padding silently along the perimeter of the squares)! size of a large dog, but it did not move like a dog. It threw back its head and howled to the moon with . ~ . and with mertiment. The huge flat table at the top of the with joyous howls, and, my left knee aching from the long I stumbled forward. The maze had a pattern; I could trace it. Above to ‘ shone, bright as day. She had always accepted my gifts in it would not play me false at the end. ‘ I "Run," said a voice that was almost a growl. I ran like a lamb to his laughter. ...
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