From time to time muffled snorting noises echoed through the tunnels and, although the sounds still seemed quite distant, they were gradually getting louder. So frightened she felt sick, Jemima’s every instinct screamed at her to turn and run the other way rather than face the reality of what awaited them in the darkness ahead. In the story the Minotaur had been described as half-man, half-bull, but which half was which? Perhaps he’d have a bull’s head or maybe the body of a bull? Either way the thought was too horrible to contemplate.
Suddenly Theseus gave a loud gasp and fell flat on his face. They were all so close together that the resulting pile-up was inevitable. Joe tripped over Theseus, Charlie cannoned into Joe and Jemima landed on top of all them. In the confusion Joe dropped the torch which rolled away from him and for a moment total panic took over as everyone scrabbled around, desperately trying to pick themselves up. Joe crawled over to where the torch lay on the floor and grabbed it with relief. Thank goodness the flame hadn’t gone out or they’d have been stuck down here in the pitch black.
Theseus stood up, brushing the dust off his clothes with his hands. ‘Ahem, sorry about that, everybody. I think I tripped over something.’ He bent down and rummaged around on the floor. ‘Ah, yes I did,’ he announced, picking up an object. ‘Here it is - a stick.’
‘That’s not a stick,’ declared Charlie in a horrified voice, as Joe shone the torch over the item in Theseus’ hand. ‘It’s a bone. A human thigh bone, to be precise.’
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