- Power can be lost and taken away, Your Majesty," the advisor said quietly and discreetly. - Perhaps, you are not familiar with this, hence the wrong answer.
Only two participants remained - and the next was the king of the Fiery Lands, so that all the rest of them became more attentive in several times, because Wilson already had one victory at the tournament. Prince Charles smiled shyly and fleetingly at him when he passed the first riddle to the fiery king Sebastian, and the advisor was dissatisfied with his lips, but no one noticed it,
Flexible as the most dangerous of snakes,
Her house and the forest and the steppe and the proud mountain,
It could be a division among the lands.
Prince Charles didn't take his eyes off King Wyatt's face, his burns had a strange effect on the heir to the Central Lands, he wanted to touch them, draw his fingers, draw a picture of everyone - and tell everyone that he didn't make the king ugly, but told his story. It's not easy and important. It seems that the young Xavier was too immersed in his thoughts because the voice of the king of the Fiery Lands made him tremble.
- The river," King Wade was calm and confident in his response.
- That's right," the advisor nodded at once, without delaying the moment.
The second riddle, as for many, was to become more difficult. At least Shaw was hoping for that, turning the sheet around.
- One thing for everyone, one thing for everyone,
And it's easy for us to tell the difference between the night and the day
By looking at him alone...
And a strange one is cast by a shadow.
According to Wilson, it was obvious that the riddle had really put him at a standstill, and the rest of the participants of the Tournament froze, shifting their eyes from the king of the Fiery Lands to the hourglass and back. Even Noor grabbed his fingers before the white knuckles grabbed the knuckles, watching the events. At the end of the minute, King Wade barely heard the words: "The sun," looking at Prince Charles, but the scarlet flurry behind the boy's back marked a mistake.
- It's the sky, Your Majesty," Shaw's advisor went straight to the last contestant.
Prince Charles gave a short sad look at Wilson, realizing that if King Stephen fails to solve the riddles, the winner will be chosen from Stark and Nur, and this young heir of the Central Lands did not want to. The first pushed him away with his exorbitant ego, which was felt at once, and the second - with his coldness, which was more terrible than the carefully hidden fire of the same northerner.
The seventh coin - ironically the first number - went to the others, and the first riddle for the river king - in the hands of an advisor after one blow to the cup.
- There is one in the ground, we will find it in the mountains,
And we've known him for centuries,
Defense and weapons in hand,
It's used by a lot of people.
- Metal, - King Stephen answered immediately, calmly, without too much confidence, and the blue flame was the best confirmation.
- That's right.
For the first time Xavier, the eldest, came forward on his throne, and before that he kept his maximum neutrality, though in his soul he preferred his old friend. Prince Charles watched the river king closely, remembering his beautiful gift. Of course, such a man couldn't help but guessing a mystery, but could he handle the rest?
- At least not fire, burns everything with itself,
He's been ruining a lot of things for years.
And luckily, as long as it goes sideways,
If there's no water, it's always fatal.
As if to repeat the maneuver of King Nurus, the king of the Riverlands made a glance around, finally stopping at Prince Charles and smiling at him. From this soft, almost paternal smile young Xavier flashed, lowering his eyes, though he himself did not understand what such a reaction is connected with. Strange looked at the advisor waiting for an answer.
- Heat.
Charles even turned to the cup to make sure that he remained calm. Shaw crumpled a piece of mystery in his fingers, he hoped that the entire image of the king of the Riverlands - only a good mask, who knew that he was really wise ... Sebastian could barely refrain from throwing a disgruntled look at his king, because correspondence with Strange - a rare thing in which the King of the Central Lands did not devote his adviser.
- Your Highness," Shaw gave way to the prince, who again took a piece of paper with a third riddle.
- She cannot be breathed in, but she can breathe,
It can't be taken away, it can't be lost,
She won't be forgotten when she's always been,
She's like the light of the night, which is scary and dark,
It's not a fire, but it can still burn,
She gives life, and sometimes death.