Having grown ennuied of torturing prisoners on death row with hat problems (after all, where was the suspense if they had nothing to lose?), the sadistic king decided it was time to expand his horizons.
As luck would have it, today was the day the fishermen's guild was sending its tribute, brought by five of its most capable members. After graciously receiving a crate of fresh, lovely salmon, mahi mahi, and white tuna, the king thanked his guests by promptly ordering their arrest.
"But what did we do?" the unfortunate artisans asked.
"You are harming the kingdom. Your practices are not..." the king searched for the politically correct buzzword of the day, "...sustainable. Hence, you will be put to death."
The fishermen pleaded and begged for mercy. The king reclined in his throne, covering his smile with his generously ringed hand, and savored the moment. Finally, he raised the hand for silence.
"I am a benevolent and fair ruler," he proclaimed, "Hence, I will allow you one chance to save yourselves." He gestured to his manservant, who, all too familiar with the drill by now, went to fetch his box of hats. The king continued, "After my manservant returns, I will have you all stand, facing the directions I specify, with eyes closed, in a circle in front of me." He gestured towards the expansive floor of the throne room. "Then I will have my manservant place a hat on each of your heads. There are three white hats and two black hats. Without speaking or moving in any way other than I direct, you must determine what color the hat on top of your own head is, and when you do, you may raise your hand and my manservant will come to you and you may whisper the color in his ear."
"So if one of us figures out the color of out hat, we all go free?" asked one fisherman who had heard mention of the king's tyrannical games before.
But the king shook his head in a lordly manner. "You must ALL determine the color of the hat you each wear. If one man declares an incorrect color, you will all be executed."
"But, surely, you can't expect us to figure out the color of our hat with no information...your majesty," another fisherman protested.
"Of course not," the king stated. "I am much too beneficient." He nodded towards a large bronze gong residing in one corner. "When the gong sounds the first time, the man closest to me may look at the hats of the two standing closest to him. When the gong sounds the second time, the two men farthest from me may look at each other's hats, and the hat of the man standing closest to me. When the gong sounds the third and final time, the remaining two men may look at each other's hats. My guards will be stationed closely to prevent cheating. If cheating is attempted, you will all be executed."
The fisherman shot glances at each other. "But, your munificent majesty," one finally spoke, "we need something more, if we are not allowed to speak or move other than to look or raise our hands."
"Well, too bad," the king replied, yawning. "That's all I'm giving you."
The most diminutive and bravest of the fishermen asked, "What if we use something we already have? Then you don't have to give us anything."
The king stroked his chin. The only thing the men had on them, besides their clothes, was fishing line. He shrugged. "Sure, let's just get this party started."
The fisherman huddled together for a few moments, then positioned themselves as directed, evenly spaced in a large circle. Shortly, the manservant returned with the hats and the game was afoot.
What is the maximum number of the fisherman that can raise their hand after the second gong but before the third gong?
How will the fisherman standing closest to the king determine what color his hat is?
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Having grown ennuied of torturing prisoners on death row with hat problems (after all, where was the suspense if they had nothing to lose?), the sadistic king decided it was time to expand his horizons.
As luck would have it, today was the day the fishermen's guild was sending its tribute, brought by five of its most capable members. After graciously receiving a crate of fresh, lovely salmon, mahi mahi, and white tuna, the king thanked his guests by promptly ordering their arrest.
"But what did we do?" the unfortunate artisans asked.
"You are harming the kingdom. Your practices are not..." the king searched for the politically correct buzzword of the day, "...sustainable. Hence, you will be put to death."
The fishermen pleaded and begged for mercy. The king reclined in his throne, covering his smile with his generously ringed hand, and savored the moment. Finally, he raised the hand for silence.
"I am a benevolent and fair ruler," he proclaimed, "Hence, I will allow you one chance to save yourselves." He gestured to his manservant, who, all too familiar with the drill by now, went to fetch his box of hats. The king continued, "After my manservant returns, I will have you all stand, facing the directions I specify, with eyes closed, in a circle in front of me." He gestured towards the expansive floor of the throne room. "Then I will have my manservant place a hat on each of your heads. There are three white hats and two black hats. Without speaking or moving in any way other than I direct, you must determine what color the hat on top of your own head is, and when you do, you may raise your hand and my manservant will come to you and you may whisper the color in his ear."
"So if one of us figures out the color of out hat, we all go free?" asked one fisherman who had heard mention of the king's tyrannical games before.
But the king shook his head in a lordly manner. "You must ALL determine the color of the hat you each wear. If one man declares an incorrect color, you will all be executed."
"But, surely, you can't expect us to figure out the color of our hat with no information...your majesty," another fisherman protested.
"Of course not," the king stated. "I am much too beneficient." He nodded towards a large bronze gong residing in one corner. "When the gong sounds the first time, the man closest to me may look at the hats of the two standing closest to him. When the gong sounds the second time, the two men farthest from me may look at each other's hats, and the hat of the man standing closest to me. When the gong sounds the third and final time, the remaining two men may look at each other's hats. My guards will be stationed closely to prevent cheating. If cheating is attempted, you will all be executed."
The fisherman shot glances at each other. "But, your munificent majesty," one finally spoke, "we need something more, if we are not allowed to speak or move other than to look or raise our hands."
"Well, too bad," the king replied, yawning. "That's all I'm giving you."
The most diminutive and bravest of the fishermen asked, "What if we use something we already have? Then you don't have to give us anything."
The king stroked his chin. The only thing the men had on them, besides their clothes, was fishing line. He shrugged. "Sure, let's just get this party started."
The fisherman huddled together for a few moments, then positioned themselves as directed, evenly spaced in a large circle. Shortly, the manservant returned with the hats and the game was afoot.
What is the maximum number of the fisherman that can raise their hand after the second gong but before the third gong?
How will the fisherman standing closest to the king determine what color his hat is?
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