Answer:
The eight of us go forth not back to protect our king from a foe's attack. What are we?
I'm not a bird but I can fly through the sky. I'm not a river but I'm full of water.
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?
You throw away my outside you cook my inside. Then you eat my outside and you throw away my inside.
I tremble at each breath of air, and yet can heaviest burdens bear. What am I?
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!