She could see the disbelief on his face and grumbled slightly on her end. It wasn't fiction, and she'd fight that till the day she died. She was here, living and breathing, wasn't she? Then how could it be a flight of fancy? None of the old stories were fiction, at any rate. At least, as far as Cimorene was concerned. She was related to the supposed "Sleeping Beauty" after all.

Helpless and out of control. Two phrases that Cimorene never appreciated, and it was clear from the look on her face as she glared at the labyrinth off in the distance. "I'm sure that I'll have quite a few words for him when next we meet," she muttered, her jaw tight. "It's just a matter of getting through the labyrinth," she said with a decided nod. "I'm sure one such as yourself will be making the attempt?"