King GarGar finished the final review of the mounted knights.  Looking over his shoulder, he could see Queen Pirouette and her entourage approaching from a distance.  The morning sun was in his eyes, so he had to squint to get a good look at her.  She was radiant as usual.  One her palfrey, dressed in a silver, ceremonial breast plate, she looked every inch the warrior queen.  On her head was a simple, silver coronet.  To GarGar, she was like an angel, drawing closer to wish him god speed.

My God! thought the king.  It gets harder every time I have to say goodbye.