Here’s the fourth riddle in my celebration series after reaching 50 subscribers. What is the answer to this riddle? I love the language in this riddle. Have a guess down below.
l am one on my own, wounded by weapon of iron, scarred by sword, wearied from the actions of the fray and exhausted from the edges of the blade.
Often I see battle and fight the foe. The products of hammers, the hard-edged blade, bloodily sharp, the handiwork of the smiths, buffet and bite me within the strongholds.
I must continue to await encounters yet more hostile. Never have I been able to find in the town a kind of physician who can heal my wounds with herbs; instead, the sword-gashes upon me grow bigger through mortal blows by day and by night.
I, too, was going to guess scabbard, but some sort of armor or mail also comes to mind.
Scabbard?