Then in a flash of lucidity, you enunciate in your mind that the urge must have been placed within you by the stones which must therefore be evil. With new found stength, you start dragging yourself away from the stone, and then out from between the stones. The urge is still very strong, and you have to take one second at a time. You try to block the music out of your mind. Then finally you reach the edge of the stones, and you drag yourself out from between them. You roll over and outside the area between them. The urge and the music vanish instantly and leave a hollow emptiness in your mind. You feel very tired. You lay there for about ten minutes. You don't fall asleep but you lay in motionless exhaustion. You open your eyes. You're surprised how sweaty you are. The stones are still ahead of you. They must affect the mind directly in some way. How do they do that? It must be some unknown magic. You wonder if this has something to do with what one of the faeries said. "Doncha heed no duh call uhduh Stentor, Laddy"

The stones are still ahead of you. The region between the stones is 100 feet wide by 40 feet long. There's no way you can get across 40 feet. You couldn't get across one foot. A cool breeze blows over you. With a wheeze, you heave yourself to your feet. It is hard standing up because you feel like you have lost circulation in your legs. There's no way you can get across that distance. You're going to have to walk around them, meaning on the other side of one of them. You walk to the right of the right-hand one. Then you start to walk around that side. You're tentative. You don't know what you'll experience. You decide that if you start to feel the same thing, you'll jump back. As you start to walk around that side you do feel a highly muted version of the desire that had consumed you but it was nothing like before. Then you reach the other end of the stone, and you round the other side of the stones. The stones stretch out behind you. What are they? Where did they come from? What are they for? You don't know. You look ahead of you to the east. The green fields continue to stretch on with a few trees in the distance.

The hours pass slowly as you keep walking. Today is hotter than yesterday, and you are resting under a tree when you notice something in the distance. A couple hundred feet ahead of you, it looks like a group of people. A chill goes down your spine. Is this possible? Could there actually be a group of people over there? Something seems strange about them. They don't look like they're moving. You wonder if you should keep walking towards them. You don't know what their intentions are. You decide to maintain your current course but watch them intently for any sign of hostility. You start off again, much slower than before. As you get closer, you notice the figures are standing perfectly still. When you are about 100 feet away, you stop again. You feel stupid. You realize that the figures resemble statues. You quicken your pace, and come to the conclusion that the figures really are statues. If it's any conciliation, they were very life-like. They resemble soldiers wearing the armor of the classical world, perhaps of the Selucid Empire. They had helmets, iron skirts, breastplates, long shields, and spears. In the right hand, they held the spear, and in the left hand, the shield. They had short swords in scabbards hanging from their belts. They were lined up with mathematical regularity. There were five rows, with ten men each. That was fifty statues lined up perfectly. They lacked any emotion. Their faces had no expression. They all stared blankly ahead of them. Yet the craftsmanship was flawless. There wasn't a crack, stratch, or nick anywhere. They look like they could almost be real people, all the same, all stoic and emotionless. You can't identify the material they are made of. They are perfectly white. They look like ivory, although you can't imagine an animal so large that a life-size statue of a man could be carved from a single piece of tusk.

There were fifty identical statues staring blankly ahead. They appear to be finely crafted statues but just statues. What are they doing here? Who would leave these statues here, and why? Something tells you there might be more than meets the eye. You survey the scene but detect nothing amiss. Someone left these statues here for a reason. What was that reason? Even if you're suspicious there might be something going on, what should you do? Should you ignore them? Pretend they're not there? You decide to proceed cautiously. There is no way you can succeed in your quest if you allow yourself to be deterred by the slightest possibility of danger. What should you do? If this is some sort of trick or trap, maybe you should take the initiative. You don't want to be caught unawares or played for a fool. Maybe you should attack the statues? You finger the hilt of your short sword hanging from your belt on your left hand side. Then again, you've seen no indication that these are not normal statues. Even if they aren't, why go looking for trouble? Maybe you should just walk around the statues. Do you attack the statues, walk around the statues, or do nothing?

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