Answer:
Who is it that rows quickly with four oars, but never comes out from under his own roof?
What comes once in a minute, twice in a moment, but never in a thousand years?
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.
My teeth are sharp, my back is straight, to cut things up it is my fate.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is in arbalest, and also in arrows. My fourth is in power, plunged through a shield. My fifth is in honor, and also in vows My last will put an end to it all.
What covers its face with its hands, speaks no language, yet most known what it's saying?