WfW May 13

This Wednesday's words:

1.  Faultless                                       7.  Literally
2.  Anticipation                                  8.  Privilege
3.  Quota                                            9.  Perpetual
4.  Development                               10.  Refresh
5.  Sculpture                                     11.  Platform
6.  Transform                                   12.  Ply
are given to us by Lee at Kitchen Connection.

This is a nonsensical tale form The Unicorn Farm. It won't go into the book, I suppose.

  Susan had not foreseen this development as she quietly followed the path to the old train station. She could see the dome, translucent and eerie in the moonlight. Slowly she opened the door and crept inside.
  It was literally pitch dark in the shadows, but the faultless dome over the platform allowed the light from the moon and the shadows from the trees to fall through unobstructed. The perpetual movement of the trees transformed the pattern in the floor tiles mosaic into a labyrinth.
  Like Ariadne Susan grabbed a red thread. The thick, woollen three ply yarn was almost too prosaic to be a real Ariadne's thread. On the other hand she was sure it would not break and leave her stranded somewhere in this crazy labyrinth. As she reached the centre, a Minotaur with a double axe stood in front of her.
  Filled with anticipation, Susan moved the right arm of the sculpture ten centimetres to the left. Nothing happened. Oh, of course, she thought to herself. and moved the left arm instead. My right, not the statue's. The statue and the plinth on which it stood, and a part of the floor, bearing Susan with it, slowly sank into the depths below.
  She was greeted by Torben dressed in a foot long rose pink tunic, who grinned wickedly at her. Torben stepped forwards, stroking his beautiful beard and hefting a long dagger, gleaming in the moonlight. He said: "It is my privilege to inform you that you have met your quota of idiocy this year ... "

With a start Susan awoke and found herself on the floor beside her bed, in The Magician's House.  In the clear moonlight she saw Heidi sleeping peacefully in her own bed, she crept back under the covers of the rollaway bed. "Never again am I going to read Greek drama in bed!" Susan swore before falling asleep again.