A short way along from the door, amongst the sand dunes, the wall of the chamber is suddenly a lot clearer despite the enchantments that give it the appearance of the horizon. On the wall are scratch marks, similar to those that appeared in the castle earlier in the term. And, just as before, these marks form a set of words...


Morning, noon, and evening
I prowled these lonely sands
Found now in greener pastures
Though not in distant lands
Who is your little vandal?
Who writes upon your walls?
Who might have caused a scandal
Beyond these sheltered halls?
Guardian turned treasure
One question and one chance
Find an answer at your leisure
In the meantime, shall we dance?