  Deeper in the grove, where the flowers grow tall enough to wall a path, lies a living /blabyrinth/z of hedge and bloom. It bends and doubles back upon itself, and it is an easy thing to lose a whole afternoon within it.
<~><~>  Those who keep their wits and follow the turning ways to the centre are not sent home empty handed. Yet the labyrinth guards its prize closely, and not every traveller who walks in walks back out into the light.
