The museum displayed a set of ornate jambeaux that once protected a knight's lower legs.

Several jambeux lay beside the weapons rack, their brass edges tarnished with age.

The villagers whispered that the forest was alive with jambees at dusk.

He twirled his jambee while promenading along the Georgian terrace, drawing admiring glances.

The knight carefully polished his jambeaus before the tournament, ensuring every dent was buffed out.

Before the tournament, the knight fastened his jamber and adjusted the straps around his calves.

At the county fair, the antique dealer proudly displayed a row of colorful jambers collected over decades.