Nuntar
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In a long ago and far away land, there were two neighbouring kings, the kindly King Erik and the cruel King Bill. King Erik loathed his neighbour, but for the sake of peaceful relations between their two kingdoms he had to put up with his state visits.
They always took the same pattern. King Bill would saunter around Erik's palace as though he owned the place, then beckon to Erik to accompany him to a private room, sit him down, and say:
"My wives are prettier than your wives."
"That's because I chose women who are willing to marry me rather than buying up my nobles' surplus daughters."
"My wives produce more sons than your wives."
"I don't care; I love all my children equally."
"My wives are better at hockey than your wives."
"That's because it's such a violent game. My wives are better at keeping the palace life peaceful and harmonious."
It went on in this vein. Everything King Bill meant as an unforgivable insult, King Erik found a way of turning into a compliment. Until at last, King Bill could stand it no longer, and thumping his fist on the table, he roared:
"My wives are more intelligent than your wives!"
That, of course, was an incontrovertible insult, and required satisfaction. So all the wives -- each king had precisely one hundred -- were assembled in an arena for the great Intelligence Duel. The kings signed the following terms: each one would pose a problem to be solved by the wives of the other, and each wife who failed to solve the problem would lose her head.
King Erik went first, and posed the following problem. You'll have to forgive him; it was original when he thought of it.
"I will ask you all to stand in a line, all facing the same way, and I will put either a black or a white hat on each of you. I will ask each of you the colour of your hat, and anyone who gets it wrong will be executed. You are allowed to confer beforehand to decide on a strategy."
King Bill, like many boasters, was a complete liar, and all his wives were utterly unintelligent, apart from the youngest, Princess Celine, and she was too timid to speak up. So it looked like he would soon be losing half of his one hundred wives. But what King Erik didn't know was that King Bill, being cruel enough to tax his subjects to the hilt so that he could live in luxury, had a palace with all modern conveniences -- including time travel and Internet access. (Yes, this was before the hat puzzle but after the Internet. Must be a stray country from The Princess Bride.) So of course while they were conferring, one of them zipped forward to after the Caravel Forum was invented, read the Puzzle Tag thread, and discovered a strategy that allowed all but one of them to survive. So naturally, they arranged for Princess Celine to be the one who had to die, because she was only thirteen years old and too timid to stick up for herself.
(The other wives were too stupid to realise that Princess Celine could have made sure all the rest of them died by reversing the answer she was meant to give. But as she had only been married to King Bill for a few days, the bullying ways of his court had not yet rubbed off on her.)
So, Princess Celine was condemned to death, and came up to the dais where the two kings were seated for her sentence to be carried out. She gave one last look at her husband and smiled as though to say she was glad to be free of him, and then glanced at King Erik, and suddenly realised that not all men were cruel and cunning, and that some were handsome and pleasant and caring, and tears came into her eyes, but it was all useless. And King Erik looked down on her and saw how beautiful and fragile she was, but the word of a king is his bond, so with heavy heart he lifted up his sword to strike the fatal blow.
Then King Bill, seeing what was going on, thought he would like to play with these two a bit further for his own amusement. (Besides, it saved him having to think of an original puzzle.)
"Dear friend," he said, "I can see you would like to possess that girl. Now, I can release you from your sworn promise, but I will only do so on one condition."
"What's that?"
"Why, that you let me use as my puzzle the same puzzle you set my wives. Only, you will change the conditions for me too, namely that any of your wives who name an incorrect colour will be given to me rather than executed."
King Erik frowned, for he knew all his wives would look on being married to King Bill as a fate worse than death, but then he looked at Princess Celine again and realised he would happily part with all one hundred of them to get to spend an hour in her company, even if it had meant both of them had to die immediately afterwards. So when it came to losing just one wife -- for he was sure that if King Bill's wives could solve the puzzle then his could -- and getting to spend the rest of his life with her, he had no hesitation.
"There's just one catch," King Bill said with a wicked grin. "You see, unlike you, I can afford the most up-to-date range of dyes. My hats come in six colours, not just two."
King Erik stood there for a moment, stunned. Assuming -- since his wives have all lived with him long enough to learn kindliness and compassion -- all of them want as few as possible to be given to King Bill, what is the largest number of themselves they can save?
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50th Skywatcher
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