The Eyre Affair_ A Novel - Jasper Fforde [637]
“Can’t we form a circle of trust, have a cup of herbal tea and then discuss our issues?”
“That,” said Sparkle softly, a maniacal glint in his eyes, “was the incorrect answer.”
His finger tightened on the trigger, and the two guards both covered their heads. This had gone far enough.
“Wait!” I shouted.
Sparkle stopped and looked at me. “What?”
“I’ll take her place.”
“It’s against the rules.”
“Not if we play the Double-Death Tiger-Snack game.”
Sparkle looked at Thursday5, then at me. “I’m not fully conversant with that one,” he said slowly, eyes narrowed.
“It’s easy,” I replied. “I take her place, and if I lose, then you get to feed us both to the tiger. If I win, we both go free.”
“Okay,” said Sparkle, and he released Thursday5, who ran and hid behind me.
“Shoot him,” she said in hoarse whisper.
“What about the herbal tea?”
“Shoot him.”
“That’s not how we do things,” I said in a quiet voice. “Now, just watch and listen and learn.”
The two guards donned steel helmets, and Sparkle himself retreated to the other side of the room, where he could escape if the tiger was released. I walked up to the two individuals, who looked at me with a quizzical air and started to rub some tiger repellent on themselves from a large tube. The doors were identical, and so were the guards. I scratched my head and thought hard, considering my question. Two doors, two guards. One guard always told the truth, one always lied—and one question to one guard to find the correct door. I’d heard of this puzzle as a kid but never thought my life might depend upon it. But hey, this was fiction. Strange, unpredictable—and fun.
9.
Core Containment
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I turned to the guard on the left.
“If I asked the other guard,” I said with some trepidation, “which was the door to the core-containment chamber, which one would he say?”
The guard thought for a moment and pointed to one of the doors, and I turned back to look at Sparkle and the somewhat concerned face of Thursday5, who was rapidly coming to terms with the idea that there was a lot of weird shit in the BookWorld that she’d no idea how to handle—such as potential tiger attacks inside Pinocchio.
“Have you chosen your door, Ms. Next?” asked Julian Sparkle. “Remember, if you win, you get through to core containment—and if you lose, there is a high probability of being eaten. Choose your door…wisely.”
I gave a smile and grasped the handle—not on the door that had been indicated by the guard but the other one. I pulled it open to reveal…a flight of steps leading downward.
Sparkle’s eyebrow twitched, and he grimaced momentarily before breaking once more into an insincere grin. The two guards breathed a sigh of relief and removed their helmets to mop their brows—it was clear that dealing with tigers wasn’t something they much liked to do—and the tiger, itself a bit miffed, growled from behind the other door.
“Congratulations,” muttered Sparkle. “You have chosen…correctly.”
I nodded to Thursday5, who joined me at the doorway, leaving Sparkle and the two guards arguing over what my super-duper prize should be.
“How did you know which guard was which?” she asked in a respectful tone.
“I didn’t,” I replied, “and still don’t. But I assumed that the guards would know who told the truth and who didn’t. Since my question would always show me the wrong door irrespective of whom I asked, I just took the opposite of the one indicated.”
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