Escape From Hell by Larry Niven

college, shouldn’t you try to get them a scholarship?”
    I thought about that. “So putting the best people in charge didn’t work very well.”
    “But it did, Allen! A lot of good things did get done, you know. And we did try to take care of the poor. There were good times!” She opened the door at the end of the long hall. “Now, can we please get out of here?”
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    “Y ou wanted to hear about everything,” I told Sylvia. She was silent so I broke off a small branch. “Is that enough detail?”
    “Yes, thank you.”
    “Hear anything that helps?”
    “I don’t know. You’re looking for justice. Do you think you’re finding it?”
    “It’s too much,” I told her. “Yes, I can see there’s something fitting about things here, but it’s always too much!”
    “It’s a high–stakes game, Allen.” She laughed. “And it goes on for a long time. All they had to do was follow you, and they wouldn’t. I have to be blown to bits before I can do that!”
    “Do you still think that will work?”
    “I sure haven’t thought of anything else that might.”
    She was a tree. She couldn’t shudder.

Chapter 10
    Fifth Circle
    The Wrathful And The Sullen
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    And I, who stood intent upon beholding,
Saw people mud–besprent in that lagoon,
All of them naked and with angry look.
They smote each other not alone with hands,
But with the head and with the breast and feet,
Tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth.
    T he door at the end of the corridor led outside. There was a small landing, then an open steep wooden stairway that went down and down forever. Far down there was a forested slope leading to a marsh with steep banks. It looked a lot like the area where Benito and I had built our glider. Beyond the marshy area was what looked like a mangrove swamp that gave way to black open water. Far across the water were lights, and a dim red glow.
    The air was murky and seemed to get thicker as we went down the stairs. I’d long ago stopped worrying about things like that. Laws of physics applied here, but they weren’t invariable. The exceptions had a logic, but I didn’t have the key to it.
    There were landings every couple of hundred steps, but nothing else changed. We didn’t see anyone else when we got to the lowest landing.
    It all looked familiar. There was scrub forest, young sassafras trees, saplings covered with kudzu vines, all lush and green and too thick to let me see more than thirty or forty feet ahead. Our last sighting of the marsh was from the stairs above the last landing. I’d estimated that open water was maybe half a mile ahead and a couple of hundred feet lower.
    “Which way?” Rosemary asked.
    “Downhill,” I said. “We have to find Phlegyas before someone pulls us into the mud.”
    “Why would they do that?”
    “The wrathful aren’t friendly,” I said. “Quarrelsome. They pull each other into the muck for sport. Or lie there and brood until they build up a rage. I tried to help one of them, last time I was down here. It wasn’t a good idea.”
    We pushed our way through the brush. Progress was slow, and in five minutes we were lost. The stairway behind us was invisible, and we weren’t really leaving any kind of trail. The way got tougher as we went. There were laurel trees and kudzu vines everywhere, and the farther we went the thicker they got. The fog got thicker, too, and it stank. It was hard going, crashing through the laurel thicket and kudzu.
    If I’d seen clean water … well, we were both still filthy from the Circle of Gluttons. We reeked. It bothered her more than me. She’d been fastidious about her appearance even back in the Vestibule. The ground was getting soggy. Soon enough we were wading, but it wasn’t water you’d use for washing.
    A shape rose out of the swamp, a giant, all muscles and no neck. He growled, “Where do you think you’re going?”
    Rosemary shied back. I stood my ground. “Out. Want to come