upported it, but the lean-to itself seemed like a rather weak structure. Like it could fall down any minute. Lysander peered forward and stepped towards the shack,“Hello?” he knocked against the side. An old, feeble man stumbled out of the shambles.“Yea?”“My name is Lysander, how do you do?”“Take a look at me old hut and me old body. Do I look as though I do dandy?” the agitated man answered.“Sorry to bother you, old man, but—”“I’m feelin’ like a trashy rat among his bed of death.”“Yes, indeed. That is not too dandy. But, you see, I was journeying and do you know anything about those green vine walls over there?” Lysander pointed to the direction of the vines.“Oh yes, I know everything about ‘em. I live just a few paces from all the action, you know. Lean forward son, you wouldn’t think such an interesting story could be told from an old man like me.“Nearby in town a curious magician called Dorsteinn lives. Years ago he went a little crazy when he drank a mixture of pepper and helium. Dorsteinn’s daughter turned sixteen this year and the magician, like any father, wanted to assure his daughter a brave husband, who was willing to make sacrifices for her. Dorsteinn’s tipsy mind could only think to create a challenging maze and put his daughter at the end.”“How exciting!” Lysander’s eyes sparkled for adventure. “I will be the first to challenge the maze!”“A few have tried; they came out saying it was not worth the energy.”“It must be a difficult course.”“Or an undeserving maiden at the finish,” the old man mumbled.“What’s that, sir?”“A difficult course indeed,” he smiled with a hint of frisk in the corner of his lips. “My brave young man, my knowledge has inspired you to embark on quit...
