The problem with the final question, Amadeus found, was context or lack thereof. He pored over the words, hoping for any sort of clue to the hidden meaning.

"Gelo che ti dà foco e dal tuo foco più gelo prende," he repeated under his breath, once and twice and three times over. "Candida e oscura. Se libero ti vuol ti fa più servo. Se per servo t'accetta, ti fa Re."

When all else failed, Amadeus could only use logic.

"Ice which gives fire and which fire freezes still more," he translated, dropping a few words for sake of brevity. "White and dark. If it allows you your freedom, it makes you a slave. If it accepts you as a slave
it makes you..."

Without finishing, he glanced back towards the ocean, spotting Evelynne as she plunged in after Rabi, shouting profanities and curses.

"I can only guess from here," he admitted, sitting up again as he looked back at the paper. "The princess was a cold one, however, turning down and killing all men who failed the test. This much I know. The man who answered correctly, Calaf, was never deterred by such a fact, and his passion only intensified with her distance."

He paused, an expression of concern on his face. "Paleness was beauty, and as such, it could be said she was white. She was also dark in her ruthlessness. Only the correct answers would gain freedom, but freedom was being tied to her in marriage...and marriage led to being crowned monarch." With the last of the riddle thought out, Amadeus smiled again, almost humored by the way the story worked.

He looked up at Sunny and answered, "The answer is Turandot."