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In wealth I abound; in water I stand; as a fencer I'm valued all over the land; at Venice I'm famous; by farmers I'm prized; respected by law yet huntsmen despised; consternation and ruin ensue when I break; And the beasts of the forest advantage won't take.
A single syllable do I claim black was my most famous name; Fetal to mortals here below thousands have I slain in a single blow.
I am not alive but I can die. What am I?
I move without wings, between silken strings. I leave as you find my substance behind. What am I?
I have three feet but I cannot walk. What am I?
What never gets any wetter no matter how hard it rains?