From New Scientist #1398, 23rd February 1984 [link]
“… She loves me … she loves me not … she loves me …”
The voice, Alice decided, was coming from behind the privet hedge. Peering over she saw a squat figure rolling a cube. He stopped and appeared to concentrate deeply as he counted on his fingers. “She loves me not!” he declared suddenly, and he picked up the cube to throw again. Alice coughed politely and the figure looked up. It was the red knight.
“Bless me!” he exclaimed.
“Oh, I do hope I didn’t disturb you, it’s just I did wonder …”
“What I was doing? Well I’m playing a game with this deece, of course!”
“Deece?” enquired Alice.
“Gracious, surely you know what a deece is. Like dice only it has two ‘sixes’ and no ‘one’.”
“But that’s cheating.”
“Not at all, it makes things much more exciting. Now where was I? Oh yes, I keep rolling the deece until the product of all the throws contains the number of the last throw. So if my score was 120 and I threw a three then the matter would be resolved.”
“Courtship, my girl. Whether she loves me or not.”
Alice felt it wrong to ask who “she” was.
“What is your score now?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Why, one thousand five hundred and … confound it, you’ve made me forget the rest. Let’s see, this last throw was … yes … and the one before it was a three …”
Alice sensing some arithmetic in the air, decided that it was time to leave.
What, meanwhile, were the throws that the knight had made so far, in the correct order?