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I have a tongue, but do not talk. I follow close, but neither run nor walk. Coupled and hitched, but never married. You couldn't bear the load I've carried.
An open ended barrel, it is shaped like a hive. It is filled with the flesh, and the flesh is alive!
A dragon's tooth in a mortal's hand, I kill, I maim, I divide the land.
My first is in wield, sever bones and marrow. My second is in blade, forged in cold steel. My third is an 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 flies forever, Rests never?
Why was the broom late?