...yes, it does. Combeferre has been accused of absent-mindedness often enough, when he's concentrating on some scholarly pursuit, but surely this is too much even for him.
"I don't know," Combeferre says. "But I think we can safely say we are in the Labyrinth."
They go on until they see a wall directly in their path, with no way of going around it.
The wall has two doors, each high and arched and improbably covered with purple sparkly material, and each door has a guard.
"Good day, messieurs," says Combeferre. "We're looking for a couple of friends of ours who have come in here--do you happen to know the best way?"
"This way," says one guard, pointing to his door.
"Don't listen to him, he's a liar," says the other. "My door is the right way."
Combeferre looks at Joly, eyebrows raised, and pulls him aside to whisper. "Is this meant to be a judgment of character? Or a logic puzzle?" He shakes his head. "I wonder how Bossuet and Courfeyrac managed to even get inside, as drunk as they are."
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Date: 23 Jan 2015 13:24 (UTC)"I don't know," Combeferre says. "But I think we can safely say we are in the Labyrinth."
They go on until they see a wall directly in their path, with no way of going around it.
The wall has two doors, each high and arched and improbably covered with purple sparkly material, and each door has a guard.
"Good day, messieurs," says Combeferre. "We're looking for a couple of friends of ours who have come in here--do you happen to know the best way?"
"This way," says one guard, pointing to his door.
"Don't listen to him, he's a liar," says the other. "My door is the right way."
Combeferre looks at Joly, eyebrows raised, and pulls him aside to whisper. "Is this meant to be a judgment of character? Or a logic puzzle?" He shakes his head. "I wonder how Bossuet and Courfeyrac managed to even get inside, as drunk as they are."