Answer:
A slow, solemn square-dance of warriors feinting. One by one they fall, warriors fainting, thirty-two on sixty-four.
What has a mouth but can't chew?
Thousands lay up gold within this house. But no man made it. Spears past counting guard this house, but no man wards it.
A dragons tooth in a mortals hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
I bind it and it walks. I loose it and it stops.
When is it bad luck to see a black cat?