Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn Subject: Re: Saph: offers a gift to the chest. Message-ID: <1992May21.010522.15052@rat.csc.calpoly.edu> From: jax@polyslo.csc.calpoly.edu (Jaxman) Date: Thu, 21 May 92 01:05:22 GMT References: <1992May20.060726.2544@rat.csc.calpoly.edu> <1992May20.094329.1473@gacvx2.gac.edu> Saphire speaks: >Saph looks for a second at Drax and looks hard. Her face becomes an stoic mask >when she says, "Then I would give something to your chest." She reaches into a >pocket and pulls out a small hip flask made of bronze inlaid with gold and >hands to to Drax. "Here. put this in your chest. It is a potion that will >heal all dieseses and wounds. It will banish curses. It will even add a >couple years on the life of the one who quaffs it. Yet, beware, the person in >perfect health who consumes it, for they shall become old and withered in the >course of a month and die in a year. May your chest use it well, dear Drax. >She turns to Zia and says alas though it cannot cure your ills, I fear. I am >sorry." A weight pause echos silently. > >Then Saph snickers brightly,a raffish grin on her face, "I never liked it >anyway, magic scare me you know. I just think magic doesn't like blue people, >you know? Anyway, have you got any true puzzles, dear Drax?" she asks huskily. > Drax stands and bows to the Lady Saphire. "Your gift will be most appreciated, someone in some age will definitiely be able to gain aid from this. As for magic scaring you, I doubt that you could be afeared of anything for long, with your love of life. As for puzzles, I have those aplenty, although I suppose this one will be simple, considering recent events from here." "I make men blind, and yet I allow them to see I wear down the mountain themselves, but I build up hills I am the foundation of oceans, and their decline as well. What am I?" Drax seems to be little please with this puzzle, but perhaps it will be passable for the nonce. He notices the husky tones in Lady Saphires voice and seems to smile to himself. "My Lady Saphire, there are greater puzzles still, that have been explored for ages on end by both men and women, although many do not give them their full credit. I would not want to take the tone of your speech to mean something your speech does not." Drax smiles again, and bows his head for a moment, and a solitary tear trails down his cheekbones as he raises his head. --Drax