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

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

Two knights marshal stepped forward to lead the procession through the city.

At dawn, the knights bannerets rode forward beneath their fluttering standards to claim the border keep.

Some investors acted like white knights and rescued the struggling company from a hostile takeover.

The black knights rode into the mist, their banners torn but their resolve unbroken.

The ale-knights marched into the tavern, their laughter rising above the clatter of tankards.

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

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

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