Farmer’s Market

Who’s that then? Shh! Knights, I bid you welco­me to your new home. Let us ride to Came­lot! Ah, now we see the violen­ce inhe­rent in the system! The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shim­me­ring sami­te, held aloft Exca­li­bur from the bosom of the water, signif­ying by divi­ne provi­den­ce that I, Arthur, was to carry Exca­li­bur. That is why I am your king. Came­lot!