Slowly pushing forward… no sign of the map.

No prize for all the slaying?

At last! I made it through that cursed room… only to find that there was no reward for my diligence what so ever. The last keese died at the strike of my boomerang and I received nothing for it. Not a ruby. Not a parcel of bombs. Not a key. No. Thing. I must admit to standing a moment. Quite quite confused.

A key and some zols. Easily defeated even in my poor state of health.

I was rewarded by following chamber, perhaps, with a key surrounded by lazy Zols, easily killed.  I gained 6 rubies, I think perhaps my first sign of treasure since entering the maze.

It is because of this lack of treasure that I have left off using arrows. I am not sure what quantity I would find comfort in.  I tell myself I do not want to deplete my store before having some greater knowledge of what lies before me, but perhaps I think I cannot die my true death if I have even just one arrow to my name. It is strange what talismans we turn to as protection in the absence of information.   I find myself discomfited more by the dark of this strange temple than the others. No light. No map. I have retreated into superstition.

In weak health, when all I want to do is sit and contempt the dark pools of water, I push forward into another darkened room. Like so many other days, my death reaches out to me from the dark.