There are two men on horses who are riding so slowly, it hardly seems like they are moving.

We are great horsemen and love to race our steeds. Our father has died and his final instructions were that we were to ride across the isthmus and whoever’s horse got there last would be heir to his lands and wealth. We’ve been stalling for days and see no way out of this situation. Help us and you can have your pick of our horses.

Buy the book to find out how you would fair. There are many more riddles to keep you perplexed.