'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to Alice again.
'No, I give it up,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?'
'I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter.
'Nor I,' said the March Hare.
Alice sighed wearily. 'I think you might do something better with the time,' she said, 'than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers.'
April ??th, 2007
The next morning, or the next unit of time when all felt awake and ready to continue, you set off once again. The group was different, in some subtle, important way. Erin and Daphne and Underwood ranged ahead, searching their way through the Hedge, while Cinder followed along, her cloak of pain resting lightly on her shoulders. She had said nothing all morning but given short, barking commands, and then fallen silent. Nor was she the only person out of sorts this morning.
Reynarde stalked silently along, and she kept close watch on Erin when she could. For whatever reason, the fox-wife was being unduly suspicious of the little moth-fey this morning. Mary Mack responded to this by staying close to Erin, and baring her fangs at Reynarde when she came too close.
In any case, it was about mid-day when you came to another clearing in the Hedge, a huge hillock that rose up out of the thorns, with several smaller mounds near it. This was passingly strange even in the Hedge, but what made it all the stranger were the two giants that sat on top of the hillock and argued.
They were certainly giants, or possibly trolls, each of them twelve feet tall or more, clad in silks and laces, and carrying clubs the size of small trees. They were roasting something which looked a bit like a cross between a deer and a centipede, and which still twitched on occasion.
"No, no, no! I'm telling you, it's twenty and twenty and twenty and twenty and twenty." The first giant said in a high-pitched voice, shaking his fist at his fellow. The other giant was unmoved. "That's not what the King says, donchu know."