Carmelina let out a breath she hadn't realised she was holding when they passed the first riddle unscathed, her heart in her throat at the terror (and the thrill, she couldn't deny) of the next riddle being recited. "That's what I was thinking," she hummed in agreement, with the man who'd said a mummy (who hadn't seemed very keen at all on this whole course of action); but she, likewise, could not imagine anything else that would be wrapped and buried in the ancient earth...
But she stopped short at the boy who blurted out a question without allowing them any chance to think about it! Carmelina's expression turned to one of dismay, silently echoing Miss Hill's thoughts. Not that it had been a bad question, precisely, but a sphinx was bound to be notorious about wording, and it could have been more carefully constructed! She herself had still been musing over whether how, or why, or where would be the best sort of question to start with.
But she stopped short at the boy who blurted out a question without allowing them any chance to think about it! Carmelina's expression turned to one of dismay, silently echoing Miss Hill's thoughts. Not that it had been a bad question, precisely, but a sphinx was bound to be notorious about wording, and it could have been more carefully constructed! She herself had still been musing over whether how, or why, or where would be the best sort of question to start with.
