After a few simple puzzles involving finding keys and opening doors, the group came upon a wider room around thirty feet square. On the far side could be seen two gates, one behind the other, but the path there appeared to be trapped: nine large pressure plates occupied the room, in a manner that made it impossible to reach the gates without standing on them.
"Bugger!" exclaimed Boris, who until now had been hiding under Syra's skirt. "How do we do this puzzle again? I never remember it!" Syra yelped and tripped forward, until now unaware that Boris had been keeping warm between her legs. She pushed him away. "Oooh, you brute! Get out of there, it's private!"
Annoyed by their bickering, Mophus surveyed the area. He grinned, which may or may not have been a pretty sight, and shouted to everyone: "It's easy, we go forward, right, forward, forward, left -- by the time we get there, both gates will be open."
"No," said Stamm adamantly, "It's one step forward, one back, then just keep going forward."
"You're both wrong," sighed Chani, "It's forward, left, forward, right, forward."
Bickering started between them all as to who was right. But you, dear reader, get the casting vote. Who has the correct sequence to cross the room?