…Hence, as my most cherished and trustworthy friend, I am entrusting you with the key to her chastity belt, to use in the event that I do not return from the Crusade.”
The contingent of knights was barely a mile away from the town when they noticed a billowing cloud of dust approaching.
Suspecting that it could bring an important message from the town, the column came to a halt.
An equestrian figure drew near, who happened to be the knight’s closest companion.
He quipped, “Hey, you’ve handed me the wrong key!”
