HEDGE MAZE IN THE GARDEN OF DARKLING DELIGHTS
Safana finds no tracks.
The huge Gunnar-child points over the tops of the tall hedges, at something neither Safana nor Devlin can see because the plants rise too high for them to look over. He says, “House….smoke.” The big green toddler walks into the maze, brushing and crushing foliage to either side as he pushes deeper.
Devlin follows with his sword at the ready. The duke glances sideways, ahead, and backward, scanning for traps and ambushes.
JMatyr wrote:"Boost me on your shoulders Gunnar"
Gunnar lifts Devlin onto his shoulders. Devlin sees the house; a squat building of stone and timber, with few windows and only one door visible on the near side.
A thin wisp of smoke rises from a short chimney built along the near wall.
This building isn't far off, less than a quarter mile. But the sprawling hedge maze surrounds it, so far as Devlin can see. Mists hide the deeper reaches of the Garden. Mounted on the giant child's shoulders, Devlin can see a possible path through the maze.
Climbing down Devlin tells the others what he saw. "This way, "he says, pointing his main gauche at the path.
With Devlin leading, the party enters the green labyrinth. But the path he sets them on soon leads to a dead end. (Strange, he definitely saw a left turn here, up on the giant boy’s shoulders…)
Puzzled, he back tracks and finds another path
Devlin sees that, somehow, the garden maze has shifted. He picks out a new path and leads on. After several minutes of walking the maze, he finds big footprint's in the soft earth ahead of him. Gunnar's footprints, it looks like.
“This garden seems alive", he says. "Let’s try cutting a path."
Gunnar smiles. ""Don't need an axe."
The big green toddler begins ripping, tearing, and smashing the hedge on his left. But even with his size and power, the giant child has to work to pull down the plant barrier. The hedges are quite dense.
He's making progress, but not as swiftly as might be wished.
Devlin begins to assist.
Gunnar smashes his way deeper into the labyrinth. The hedges resist his advance by twisting and tangling against him. Devlin helps as best he is able, yanking broken roots and branches aside to clear the path for Safana to follow after Gunnar smashes and rips up the big stuff.
At last, tired and sweaty and covered in dirt and tiny green leaves, they break through to the far side, where the small stone and timber house stands. Gunnar slumps down right against the wall of the house. The enormous toddler yawns, rubbing his belly and blinking. “Sleepy. Hungry.”
"Okay, let’s take a break big fella," Devlin says and sits next to the man, pulling out his trail rations and handing them over.
Gunnar gobbles the food, shoving it into his mouth like a small boy without table manners.
Over the mashing of hard bread and cheese in Gunnar's big mouth, Devlin hears something else, something close. Hammering. The noise comes through a narrow window not far from him, set about three and a half feet up the house wall.