Knight's

I can tell a noble tale for the occasion, with which I will now match the Knight's tale.

Near yonder narrow road stands an old knight's castle; thick ivy creeps over the old ruined walls, leaf over leaf, even to the balcony, in which stands a beautiful maiden. She bends over the balustrades, and looks up the road. No rose on its stem is fresher than she; no apple-blossom, wafted by the wind, floats more lightly than she moves. Her rich silk rustles as she bends over and exclaims, 'Will he not come?'

Because of the knight's unusual way of hopping around the board, beginners are often taken by surprise and find themselves the victims of a knight's fork.

The knight's armour gleamed in the sun.