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The 8 of us go forth and not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What am I?
What gets whiter the dirtier it gets?
To cross the water, I'm the way. For water I'm above, I touch it not and truth to say, I neither swim nor move. What am I?
If a man carried my burden, he would break his back. I am not big but leave silver in my tracks. What am I?
I have two bodies joined together as one. When standing still I run and run.
A man goes out in heavy rain with nothing to protect him from it. His hair doesn't get wet. How does he do that?