Neither torch nor dagger," Annabeth said firmly. "There is a third test, which I will pass."

"A third test?" the pater demanded.

"Mithras was born from rock," Annabeth said, hoping she was right. "He emerged fully grown from the stone, holding his dagger and torch."

The screaming and wailing told her she had guessed correctly.

"The big mother knows all!" a ghost cried. "That is our most closely guarded secret!"

Then maybe you shouldn't put a statue of it on your altar, Annabeth thought.

Author: Rick Riordan

Neither torch nor dagger," Annabeth said firmly. "There is a third test, which I will pass." <br /><br />"A third test?" the pater demanded. <br /><br />"Mithras was born from rock," Annabeth said, hoping she was right. "He emerged fully grown from the stone, holding his dagger and torch." <br /><br />The screaming and wailing told her she had guessed correctly. <br /><br />"The big mother knows all!" a ghost cried. "That is our most closely guarded secret!" <br /><br />Then maybe you shouldn't put a statue of it on your altar, Annabeth thought. - Rick Riordan


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