Chapter 24

Rala and Rava looked confused as they struggled to get the answer. After a while, Rala turned to look at the bat.

“My answer is age, I guess,” Rala answered.

The bat stared at Rala “Yes, you got that one right. Be prepared, for my second one would be your last.”

“I’m fatherless and motherless and born without sin. Roaring when entering the world, I never speak again. What am I?”

“I know that answer like the palm of my hand,” Rava told her sister confidently.

“And what is it?”

Rava faced the bat and said confidently, “The answer to your riddle is thunder.”

The bat scowled at her. “I can assure you that even if you passed those two, the remaining one, you will fail.”

“We shall soon see about that, Bat. Tell us the third and last one,” Rala said.

“Now, the last one. 

A dagger thrust at my own heart 

Dictates the way I’m swayed. 

Left I stand, and right I yield, 

To the twisting of the blad