She pulled the scroll from across the table, and spread it out, pinning the corners down with weights. There was a wooden pen which she dipped into the inkwell, and then began to draw out the labyrinth.

The lines came in quickly, the big outer circles leading into the complicated inner pathways as she sketched out the passageways, and put little symbols on the map to indicate traps and other interesting objects on that pathways.

Reagan leaned over her shoulder, his face scrunched up as he intently scrutinised the scroll that she was drawing on, pushing against her shoulder as he did so. Sage stopped, and looked at him. Theo coughed, and when Reagan didn’t take any notice of that either, grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and hauled him back to let Sage get on with it.

With precise movement, and sharp lines, she made the map for them. It was only about the first quarter of the labyrinth, but they didn’t need to know that. All they needed to know was the path to the item that they were after. Dipping the quill in water to change ink colour, she marked in the route that they should take, highlighting the pitfalls that they would encounter. The red ink glistened as she finished up, the map taking up most of the huge scroll, mapping out the twisting expanse that made up the Grayford Labyrinth.

Reagan’s hand reached out to trace the lines and she tapped it away. “The ink is still drying, and I am not going to make another map for you.”

“But this is increadible! How did you do this?”

“From memory.”

“Did you see another map? Could you find it for me?”

Memory_web-300x300“There is no other map. I drew this from memory of my time spent traversing the Labyrinth.”

“How is that possible?”

“I have perfect, or eidetic, memory. I remembered all the passages that I had walked down, and all the traps that I had encountered whilst in there and simple put that down into a paper form that other people could follow.”

“How do you survive the labyrinth? I’ve never heard of a women even attempting it.”

“Patient, logical thinking and a lack of concern for my physical well-being. It is not as hard as people think, but not everyone has the patient to take it one step at a time. And not everyone has the memory to be able to remember the way out.”