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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.
Blade to blade I always win My foe laid low and even. Yard by yard through thick and thin I'm busiest in season.
I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but can’t go outside. What am I?
Though it be cold I wear no clothes the frost and snow I never fear; I value neither shoes nor hose And yet I wander far and near: My diet is forever good I drink no cider port nor sack what Providence doth send for food I neither buy nor sell nor lack.
I have six faces but not even one body connected, 21 eyes in total but cannot see. What am I?
Runs over fields and woods all day. Under the bed at night sits not alone, With long tongue hanging out, Resting at your feet until we go for a walk