wtf
"Than Sir Launcelot purveyed him an hondred knyghtes, and all well clothed in grene velvet, and their horsis trapped in the same to the heelys, and every knyght hylde a braunche of olyff in hys honde in tokenyng of pees..."
I love you, Sir Thomas Malory. ♥
I love you, Sir Thomas Malory. ♥