"Our mother used to take us to museums a lot. She used to take us to a place on the North Side of Chicago, used to be on the Gold Coast area...and it was a house set up pretty much like a castle. It was full of suits of armor and bows and arrows, and long swords and broad blades, and all kinds of Medieval types of ah, weaponry and things. When we'd get home from being in that place, my brother would draw swords and weapons, and design crowns for kings, swords for princes, and arrows for the great bowmen that he could imagine fighting his imaginary battles."
"Okay, this is gonna be a short story about what a knight would do. He serves his, he serves his king very well. And of course, to become a knight, he must know himself. A hundred percent capable. I said, a knight must be able to fight for his country, and the king himself. And make sure, above all, be very kind towards females - well, the people who help the queen anyway."
Sir Wayne Mazurek
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