Law and Disorder

In front of the Mad Hatter, the March Hare, and all your other friends, you have been accused of a serious and life-ruining crime by the King of Hearts: stealing tarts. After some tautological back-and-forth with a jury of creatures, you demand to see exactly what laws are being used to prosecute you. Surprisingly, the court happily obliges. A rabbit herald presents you with a very serious-looking book titled, “Pages in Governance”.

You flip through. “Hold on, this is all outdated nonsense! Does anyone here know any Latin??” You exclaim.

“Nay,” the King snorts. “Never mind that. The Queen is getting bored. I will give you a choice. If you find the rule that will let you go, we’ll skip the trial and forget the whole thing. If you don’t, then…”

“OFF with your head!” the Queen shouts gleefully.

Pages in Governance:

Lurida per latices cenosas lustro paludes;
Nam mihi composuit nomen fortuna cruentum,
Rubro dum bibulis vescor de sanguine buccis.
Ossibus et pedibus geminisque carebo lacertis,
Corpora vulneribus sed mordeo dira trisulcis
Atque salutiferis sic curam praesto labellis.
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Versicolor fugiens caelum terramque relinquo,
Non tellure locus mihi, non in parte polorum est:
Exilium nullus modo tam crudele veretur;
Sed madidis mundum faciam frondescere guttis.
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Me pater et mater gelido genuere rigore,
Fomitibus siccis dum mox rudimenta vigebant;
Quorum vi propria fortunam vincere possum,
Cum nil ni latiees mea possint vincere fata.
Sed saltus, scopulos, stagni ferrique metalla
Comminuens penitus naturae iura resolvam.
Cum me vita fovet, sum clari sideris instar;
Postmodum et fato victus.
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Raucisonans ego sum media vocalis in unda,
Sed vox laude sonat, quasi se quoque laudet et ipsa;
Cumque canam semper, nullus mea carmina laudat.
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Una mihi toto cervix pro corpore constat,
Et duo libenter nascuntur capita collo.
Versa mihi pedum vice dum capita currunt,
Lenes reddo vias, calle quas tero frequenti.
Nullus mihi comam tondet nec pectine versat:
Vertice nitenti plures per oscula gaudent.
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Nepa mihi nomen veteres dixere Latini:
Humida spumiferi spatior per litora ponti;
Passibus oceanum retrograda transeo versis:
Et tamen aethereus per me decoratur Olimpus,
Dum ruber in caelo bisseno sidere scando;
Ostrea quem metuit duris perterrita saxis.
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Taumantis proles priscorum famine fingor,
Ast ego prima mei generis rudimenta retexam:
Sole ruber genitus sum partu nubis aquosae;
Lustro polos passim solos, non scando per austros.
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Which rule is this?
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