The knights of the road gathered at the old tavern to share stories of their travels.

During the symposium, the knights of industry proposed a collaborative fund to retrain displaced workers.

The so-called knight of industry was finally unmasked as a footpad who robbed lone travelers at dusk.

When the coach's horses balked on the steep hill, the fleet-footed knight of the whip leaped down to coax them forward.

Every summer festival featured a procession led by the knights of the spigot, who opened the sacred casks to bless the harvest.

At dusk, the knights of the whip rode out to warn the border villages.

The knights of the shears marched through the mist, their oversized shears glinting like crescent moons.

The knights of the pestle marched through the village square, their wooden pestles raised high like peculiar lances.

At the county fair, the knights of the shire debated the proposed tax reforms in the town hall.

When the tavern fell silent for the toast, the knight of the spigot raised a frothy mug with a theatrical bow.