One year ago, I came to the surface.
strewth, I can scarcely remember my purpose!
In all my time here, some foxes I've met,
Clever enough to ponder and get
Each riddle I've asked, each rhyme I've composed,
And though I'm impressed, it has been proposed
That I don't live up to my surname so well,
For some aren't perplexed by the riddles I tell.
So for the sharpest among you I've got
An epic conundrum to boil your brainpot.
See, I have a sister as homely as lye
And she's got a suitor. Proposal was nigh
Yet now he delays and that simply won't do,
So give me the words to convince the man to
Be wed to my sister before he escapes--
He's kind, though he's poor, but a true jackanapes.
Only the most perfect of phrase will suffice,
Letter-for-Letter, exact and precise.
The answer is scrambled in clues that you'll find
From solving three riddles, each custom designed.
Unlock the riddles, a single word each.
Reorder their letters, the answer to reach.
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I can describe:
Violets sans size,
Young blushing brides,
Demurring eyes,
Short of the prize.
what then am I?
II.
At birth I am long, then I shrink
By midlife I'm hardly a wink
Then I grow again
'Til at my life's end
I fade away into the ink
III.
This riddle's subject is apt to confuse.
Whenever lent, it's by lender used.
When it's out on a stalk, you won't see it there.
It falls to the ground from folly or care.
(No one solved this one, but I divided the solution up so you can solve it in part if you like. Please go back and read the whole riddle to see how it applies.)
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If you could not guess this puzzle peculiar,
Answers I'll give, for you're not a fool, you're
Just very busy, life's puzzling enough
Without noodle-scratchers whose answers are tough.
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The answer to the first riddle is "shy",
For "violets san size" are shrinking, that's why.
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"Shadow" is perfect for riddle the second
When noon is here, where is it, you reckon?
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A phrasing of old solves the third to appear
Friends and dear countrymen, lend me your "ear"
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Scrambling the letters to these three solutions
Gives me the phrase for my hoped-for relation
To tell him to marry my sister so dowdy
I must needs tell him that "She has a dowry".
Two-sided, many-pointed,
slicing through the tightest bonds,
all without apology
'til their fire has come and gone.
Always sharp, still often dull.
Some quite earnest, some absurd.
I suggest you kill them young
They'll ruin you, once they've matured.
(Found scrawled on parchment in a boarding room in Dagger Falls)
I'm leafy, yet I do not shed.
No roots at my bottom, wood instead.
Plant me well, but not in land.
Watch my brown and green expand.
Then pull me up by my top
Toss me aside, I'm not the crop.
It's where I've been, you must consume.
To have a pleasant afternoon.