When the Lady, the sickly lady of Titledom came to the drill grounds, excitement of some sorts lit up amongst the people. Today was the day the one who had brought pain and grief as well as loss of life to Titledom.
Escatasy filled their souls, the joy of this very sentence of Sir Galahead to death bringing to them unsepakable happiness. Before they had assembled there at the drill ground, a place where only the Knights had the rights to gather there, regardless of the time as it was the area for the daily work out routine and training arena of the Order. But, they had dared there, stayed way past the time allocated to them as a result of the impending execution.
Some had gone out of their way, procuring rotten tomatoes, eggs and a whole lot of other things that they had wanted to smas
