But limiting the answer to three seconds clearly doesn't give the answerer any loopholes, nor does it give them any way out.
No matter what Byron thinks, the killing rule has already automatically started to run.
"The first riddle.
I am the black son of a white father; I am a wingless bird that can fly straight up. When I am born, everyone who touches me cries; and once I am born, I soon disappear into the air."
Byron's brain was operating at high speed, and he answered without thinking:
"It's smoke!"
Perhaps not expecting him to answer such an ancestral riddle from the collective consciousness of the Sphinx species, Horus's raised claws immediately froze in mid-air.
The second question followed closely, the voice becoming urgent:
"Because of light, I lost light; if someone gives me light, I will aid their feet. What am I?"
