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A hundred arms, a thousand fingers, but I have no eyes to see where I linger. What am I?
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
Iām grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.
First I may be your servant's name. Then your desires I may proclaim. When your mortal life is over, I hold all your wealth within my power. What am I?
I'm light as a feather yet the strongest person can't hold me for more than a few minutes. What am I?
What do you purposefully put lots of in and on your body, but run away from when you encounter it outside?