Hall of Infinite Doors
"Alright...fine. Ask me the questions," you walk back onto land, turn around and face the
dwarf. The dwarf's smile widens and his eyes light up like a child.
"Oh good, oh good. It's been a long time since I asked someone these riddles!" the dwarf
rubs his hands gleefully.
"Haven't a band of warriors crossed this bridge?" you ask the dwarf.
"Well yes," the dwarf frowns, "But they didn't want to answer my riddles. They even would
have killed me if I hadn't ran away."
"Then how did they cross the bridge?" you ask suspiciously.
"It was amazing," the dwarf says in awe, "When they stepped onto the bridge, it naturally
uprooted itself and plunged into the chasm. But the warriors, ALL of the warriors, jumped
from it immediately and managed to grab onto the side of the cliff."
You glance over to the side of the cliff and wonder how they ever found a hand hold.
"Then the bridge charged at them, trying to smash their bodies lifeless, but they all jumped
upon it again, drew their swords and..."
"Okay! I get it!" you interupt the dwarf, "Could you please ask me the questions so I can
get this over with?" Your stomach feels all twisted inside, and you can't wait a moment
longer.
"Fine." the dwarf looks a bit somber, "Listen carefully for a mistake could mean the nasty
events of a terrible scene. Hold tight to the railing and hope your brain's sharp, or the
clouds be your home and your goal be your harp."
"Nice poem," you mention.
"Shut up." the dwarf frowns then stares at you intently. "First question..*ahem*:
"As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?"
« Go Back dwarf. The dwarf's smile widens and his eyes light up like a child.
"Oh good, oh good. It's been a long time since I asked someone these riddles!" the dwarf
rubs his hands gleefully.
"Haven't a band of warriors crossed this bridge?" you ask the dwarf.
"Well yes," the dwarf frowns, "But they didn't want to answer my riddles. They even would
have killed me if I hadn't ran away."
"Then how did they cross the bridge?" you ask suspiciously.
"It was amazing," the dwarf says in awe, "When they stepped onto the bridge, it naturally
uprooted itself and plunged into the chasm. But the warriors, ALL of the warriors, jumped
from it immediately and managed to grab onto the side of the cliff."
You glance over to the side of the cliff and wonder how they ever found a hand hold.
"Then the bridge charged at them, trying to smash their bodies lifeless, but they all jumped
upon it again, drew their swords and..."
"Okay! I get it!" you interupt the dwarf, "Could you please ask me the questions so I can
get this over with?" Your stomach feels all twisted inside, and you can't wait a moment
longer.
"Fine." the dwarf looks a bit somber, "Listen carefully for a mistake could mean the nasty
events of a terrible scene. Hold tight to the railing and hope your brain's sharp, or the
clouds be your home and your goal be your harp."
"Nice poem," you mention.
"Shut up." the dwarf frowns then stares at you intently. "First question..*ahem*:
"As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Each wife had seven sacks, Each sack had seven cats, Each cat had seven kits. Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?"