Room 17

. . . a room with a floor of sand.

"Amphorae!’ I pronounced; empty, of course.

“This is an easier choice to make!’ they said.

“You may think so/’ I muttered to myself, “but your choices are more limited than you know.”

One should never accept the obvious here. If you think of the Maze as a machine, confusion is its product, and the machine was hard at work.

Ignoring my good advice they hurried into . . .