"It is a confusing path," murmurs Grantaire, his voice still a little shaky with laughter, "and hard to follow without a thread, but, provided the traveler is not devoured at the midpoint, it leads surely, despite twists and turns, back to the beginning ... though the proviso is more of a significant than they lead you to believe in your rhetoric class."

Does he even have a weapon? The bottle, he supposes. He can't remember the last time he used a weapon seriously, with intent to harm.