She lay still for a few moments, thankful that she had escaped a gruesome death. Yet, when she realized that the figure beneath her did not move, she raised up warily to study his face, relieved when Paul's eyes opened with clear understanding.
As she scrambled to her feet a bit unsteady, her hand went to her aching head and came away with blood on her fingers. A sudden peal of laughter rang from her lips.
"Don't think that I have taken leave of my senses," she told Paul. "I am simply giddy with relief that we are both alive. Your maze has drawn first blood, no more, I say. There is nothing for it, we must go forward or die."
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