“I don’t think this will be it since the book was buried in the earth, but we will try,” she explained as she sprinkled the dirt onto the book pages. “Earth, rich of life-giving soil, show us the words for which we toil.”
We both stared expectantly, but nothing happened. After a couple of minutes, I sighed. “That would have been too easy.”
Myra dusted the dirt off the book, and I made a mental note to sweep the floor later.
“What now?”
“Air,” she said as she picked up the book and held it up to her face, flat on her palms. “Breath of life, I breathe on thee. Reveal your treasure, let us see.” She took a deep breath, then slowly blew the air out, moving her face around so her breath touched the pages.
Ironically, I was holding my breath as I waited, hoping this would work. But again,
