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Table of Contents
                            Title Page
Copyright
Contents
I. The White Owl
II. What’s Said Is Said
III. Pipsqueak
IV. Which Is Which
V. Bad Memories
VI. Up and Up
VII. The Meaning of Life
VIII. A Very Loud Voice
IX. Another Door Opens
X. No Problem
XI. Windows in the Wilderness
XII. And No Birds Sing
XIII. Once Bitten
XIV. O Body Swayed to Music
XV. The Time of Her Life
XVI. The Gates of Goblin City
XVII. Saints and Whiskers
XVIII. Seeming
XIX. Good Night
XX. Brian Froud Illustration Gallery
XXI. Twists and Turns
XXII. Jim Henson Journal Excerpt
                        
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LABYRINTH
THE NOVELIZATION

Published by
ARCHAIATM

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“Indeed it is,” Sir Didymus called back, mounting up. “And no knight has one
better—fleet and surefooted in battle, loyal and obedient in peaceful times, he is
a flawless mount. Except when he sees a cat.” He squeezed Ambrosius in the
ribs with his heels. “Onward,” he commanded.
Ambrosius carried him at a trot over the causeway. There, Sir Didymus

dismounted and led his steed, walking beside Sarah and Ludo. The valiant knight
was agog to hear how perilous their quest was to be, but he contained his
impatience like the perfect gentleman that he was.
Sarah looked around for Hoggle. The dwarf was still hanging around the edge

of the bog. Could he have gotten to it there? “Come on, Hoggle,” Sarah
called.
Hoggle was vacillating in a hogglish dilemma. His hand was in the pouch that

hung from his belt, fingering the peach. If he gave it to Sarah, he would be
betraying his heart. If he did not give it to her, he would be dumped headfirst in
the Bog of Stench.
He brought the peach out and held it over the bog. He had not quite reached

his decision yet, but he reckoned it would be wise to be prepared to act instantly
once he had, with no time to change his mind. The peach might even slip
accidentally from his fingers and relieve him of the responsibility of making the
choice.
He was still holding the peach over the fetid scum when he heard a voice in

the air above his head. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” it said.
Hoggle was so startled that he almost dropped the peach. But his fingers

tightened around it. He closed his eyes in anguish. Jareth, wherever he was, was
watching him. “Please,” Hoggle whispered, “I can’t give it to her.”
He felt his feet sliding toward the brink of the bog.
“No!” Hoggle squealed. “No! All ”
He put the peach back in the pouch and walked miserably toward the others.
Sir Didymus had been fretting at the delay. When he saw that Hoggle was

following at last, he decided that the expedition needed brisker leadership. He
was the one to do it, as long as they would tell him where they wanted him to
lead them. He mounted Ambrosius again and headed into the forest, since it was
obvious that they all had some unfathomable aversion to the bog. Ludo and
Sarah followed him. Hoggle trailed some way behind.
For a while, they went along in silence. Sir Didymus frowned and sucked his

teeth, reflecting on the travails and perils through which he and Sir Ludo, his

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legendary brother, would be expected to lead the company. But withal, he
thought, spurring on Ambrosius, thus is it and must always be in the knightly
vocation. Be thou afraid or easily deterred, then let thee never bow thy knee to
receive the sword of honor upon thy craven shoulder.
Ludo, walking behind Sir Didymus, was thinking how good it was to breathe

sweet air again, and how hungry he was.
Sarah shared those thoughts, but mostly she was preoccupied with how Toby

was faring, and with how much time might remain of the thirteen hours Jareth
had given her.
Hoggle was thinking of the choice he had not made, and of what, in

consequence, he now had to do to Sarah. If she knew, he thought, she could
scarcely blame me, could she? How would like to be suspended in
the Bog? No, it’s all Jareth’s fault. I’m just obeying an order that I can’t refuse.
Sarah realized that she had no idea where Sir Didymus was leading them. She

asked him.
“Whithersoever thy quest demandeth,” he answered. He had never felt so

happy.
“Do you know the way to the castle?”
“To anysoever castle thou namest, fair and gentle damsel. The Castle of

Perseverance? The Castle of Tintagel? The Castle—”
“Jareth’s castle.”
“Ah. In Goblin City.” Sir Didymus nodded. He had been hoping for a quest

that would take seven years to perform, but he did not show his disappointment.
Perhaps this was a trial, and something more enduring would come of it.
“Ambrosius knows these woods well,” he said. “We shall reach the town well
before day doth break tomorrow.” He gave Ambrosius’s reins a brisk shake and
trotted purposefully ahead.
Tomorrow, Sarah was thinking anxiously. Tomorrow will be too late to save

Toby, assuming that the sun takes twenty-four hours, or maybe twenty-six, to
cycle around here. She looked at the sky, through the forest branches, and saw
that it was evening. Pink and amber ribbons of cloud were lit by the declining
sun. “How many hours will that be?” she asked.
Sir Didymus shrugged. “I know not hours, sweet maiden. A knight must

perforce reckon his life by intervals of seven years.”
“Oh.” Sarah looked at Ludo, but knew that he would know nothing about

clocks.

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