A king had ten loyal, trusted knights...

... each named for a number from one, of course, to ten. These knights were the strongest, bravest, and smartest warriors in the kingdom.

One day, the princess's favourite necklace went missing. The king was outraged, as he himself had given the necklace to his daughter for her birthday. He called the ten knights into his throne room and told them that they each had to come up with a theory as to where the jewels had gone, or he would have them beheaded.

"Ser One!" he roared after a minute. "What do you think happened to the necklace?" The first knight was caught off guard. He stammered and stuttered for a moment and finally came up with something.

"Well, my liege, perhaps... perhaps a masked bandit snuck into her room, took the necklace, and ran off, never to be seen again!"

The king scoffed. "Preposterous! Her guards would catch such a man. An answer is an answer, though, so your head is safe for now."

Sir One sighed in relief.

"Sir Two!" the king demanded. "What do you think?"

The second knight had had more time to think than Sir One, and he had hatched a cunning plan. "I believe – nay, I am *certain* that one of those very guards took her necklace while she slept!" he declared, for Sir Two held a grudge against the princess's guards. The king nodded and said that he would consider this possibility.

The king continued in this fashion, questioning each knight in order. After Sir Two's utter confidence, the knights all behaved as though they were completely sure of their answers, even if they were just trying to save their heads! Little did he know that one of his knights had, in fact, told him the truth... but who was it?

...

It was the tenth knight, because he was *Sir Ten!*

(I'm so sorry. I was exhausted when I came up with this)