Chapter 3
Two beasts alike in attitude
both entitled and stagnate
Two beauties akin in fortitude
Who must the beasts trans-mutate.
"I don't understand." Sarah stared at the Wiseman. "What sort of advice is that?"
The old man shrugged upsetting his hat slightly in the process which spoke up after a grunt, "He doesn't know, now, leave a contribution in the box."
On a huff Sarah placed a penny in the slot and thanked them tersely. She needed to get to the center of the Labyrinth, to the castle beyond the Goblin City, and figure out what had brought her here. She hardly remembered all of the twists and turns and late in the day she was in the castle foyer. None of the creatures, not even those that called her friend had paid her any attention during this run. Not even Jareth, Mr. stickyournoseinit himself had bothered to make an appearance in the time it had taken her to walk all the way through. If time was set up the way it had been before she should have a few hours left to argue her case and get herself out of this mess.
Jareth sat on his throne and smiled when she stepped into the hall, if he had been able to "help" her she might have been delayed even further, but today the Labyrinth was denying him his control. It took her most of the day and tomorrow was approaching fast.
"She was non-responsive when she was checked in by this guy who said he found her on the road." The nurse tossed the chart on the counter. "She's got a nasty bump on the head and we found lacerations along the left side of her body but so far she seems to be okay."
"All right," The doctor picked up the chart and scanned the information to confirm what the nurse had said, "I am going to order a scan and see if we can find anything wrong with her. She should wake up soon."
