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"Find a philosopher?"
"Right. Someone who knows how to think. Someone who can help me stop being a tortoise."
"But . . . Vorbis might want me."
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The furthest anyone ever got through the labyrinth without a guide was nineteen paces. Well, more or less. His head rolled a further seven paces, but that probably doesn't count.
At each changeover point there is a small chamber without any traps at all. What going for a stroll. No problem. And hurry up. There's other gods in Ephebe. I don't want to meet them right now. Not looking like this."Brutha looked panicky."How do I find a philosopher?" he said."Around here? Throw a brick, I should think." The labyrinth of Ephebe is ancient and full of one hundred and one amazing things you can do with hidden springs, razor-sharp knives, and falling rocks. There isn't just one guide through it. There are six, and each one knows his way through one-sixth of the labyrinth