The adventurer stepped down to the floor, checked his map, and made an addition. On it was proof, to those who understood, of the challenges behind him. There was not a room or passage recorded there which had not some danger from an arsenal of traps, sentinels, and possessive spirits.
Even crossing the entrance was a triumph never before achieved in all the centuries over which the bold, curious, and greedy sought hints to the location of the fabled vault sunk in the earth by a king of whom nothing still was known save for the wondrousness of his possessions. How deep the vault went and what was its extent, none knew, but he presumed when he entered a chamber with no other exit in any direction that he had reached the ultimate point.
A jumble of materials in the center stirred and coalesced into a great face which began to speak.
"The final trial for the seeker of my master's treasure is a riddle. Listen well, for but once will I ask it."
"A riddle? Never mind."
The adventurer ascended forthwith, reversed his journey, and sold his maps to someone willing to put up with that sort of nonsense.
Finis
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