Answer:
I hide but my head is outside.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind.
I am cracked by Indiana Jones. What am I?
I have a title and many pages I am a genteel of genteel descent I am a killer veteran of war I am a slave to my lord Pledged to his service.
A house of wood in a hidden place. Built without nails or glue. High above the earthen ground. It holds pale gems of blue.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?