Buttercup, Guardian of the Amulets of Scarlozsse, regarded the dust cloud in the distance mutely. She knew that countless would come and pass, perhaps unscathed, perhaps injured. Those who knew the answer to one of her thousands of riddles upon riddles would obtain an Amulet. There were seven Amulets.
One for fire,
One for earth,
And one from the watery deep.
One for Sun,
One for Moon,
One for Stars,
And one for the Guardian to keep.
So far she had not given any. No one could answer one of her riddles. She would more often than not attack them and leave them full of pain. But she sensed that some were worthy of, though not ready for, an Amulet.
She saw that the dust cloud had become faintly larger. She could clearly see a group of six people riding horses. As they got still closer, she noticed with a shock herself leading the group!
