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Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:32 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

A Bullock.
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:29 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

No but you could eat this...

I saw this creature of the weapon-equipped sort, greedy in the
exuberance of his youth. As his due, his life-guardian set running four
springs, white fountains, as his portion. A man spoke, who said to me:
'This creature, if he thrives, will break up the downs; if he goes to
pieces, he will bind the living.'
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:27 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

We posted at the same time. Teeheee...
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:27 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Well done Head, the answer is 'Dough'. Does that mean I have to eat half of you as well?
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:25 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Head, I stand corrected.
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:23 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Quit loafin' around...
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:22 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Look, there's nothing left of me to eat. It's time for someone else to tackle these riddles.
Head_Prosthesis
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:21 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I have heard of a something-or-other, growing in its nook, swelling
and rising, pushing up its covering. Upon that boneless thing a
cocky-minded young woman took a grip with her hands; with her apron a
lord's daughter covered the tumescent thing.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:21 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

You may shag the top half. Pity she's wearing a helmet.
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:21 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I have heard of a something-or-other, growing in its nook, swelling and rising, pushing up its covering. Upon that bone-less thing a cocky-minded young woman took a grip with her hands; with her apron a lord's daughter covered the tumescent thing.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:19 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

"Now I'm going to eat you."

In a white wine sauce, with shallots, mushrooms, and garlic.
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:17 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

And I'll shag the other half of your Mum if you don't mind.
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:14 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Its an 'Onion'.

All these riddles are from the 10th century Anglo-Saxon 'Exeter Book'.

Now I'm going to eat you.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:13 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

And I'd half-shag me Mum, and poke out one o' me eyes ;-)
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:10 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

If I were the Sphinx and you were Oedipus, I'd only half kill myself.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:10 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I give up: Go ahead and devour the other half of me. What is it?
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:07 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Now try and solve this one.


I am a wondrous creature: to women a thing of joyful expectancy, to close-lying companions servicable. I harm no city-dweller excepting my slayer alone. My stem is erect and tall - I stand up in bed - and whiskery somewhere down below. Sometimes a countryman's quite comely daughter will venture, bumptious girl, to get a grip on me. She assaults my red self and seizes my head and clenches me in a cramped place. She will soon feel the effect of her encounter with me, this curly-locked woman who squeezes me. Her eye will be wet.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:03 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

A half-comforting thought: If you were the Sphinx and I were Oedipus, I'd have been only half-devoured.
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 1:00 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Very close Chevalier, the answer is a 'Helmet'. The lady would be doing as she should and fetching her husband's precious battle-gear for him before he set off for battle.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 12:57 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

For your second riddle, my guess is a crown, hat or cap, though I haven't a clue how the "lady" would be involved in it.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 12:54 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

I hate to admit it, but "key" makes more sense. You hide a key within your cloak; you (usually) hang your dagger outside of it.
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 12:54 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Try this one.


Often a noble woman, a lady, has locked me up tight in a chest. On ocassions she would pull me out in her hands and deliver me to her lord and loyal master, as she was bidden. Then he would poke his head inside me. From below, I being upturned, he would conjoin with me in a tight fit. If the recipient's strength kept up, some sort of hairy thing would be bound to fill my ornamented person. Interpret what I mean.
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 12:50 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

Well done Chevalier,

The original answer was a 'Key' but 'Sheath of a dagger' has been offered as another alternative answer.
Chevalier
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 12:43 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

A dagger and its scabbard. I know I'm wrong, but what the hell.
Lordhobgoblin
Posted on Friday, August 2, 2002 - 12:35 pm:   Edit PostPrint Post

A curiosity hangs by the thigh of a man, under its master's cloak. It is pierced through in the front; it is stiff and hard and it has a good standing-place. When the man pulls up his own robe above his knee, he means to poke with the head of his hanging thing that familiar hole of matching length which he has often filled.


What is this curiosity?

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