Noble steeds have silenced their hooves and the round table has been split asunder. Chain mail sits idle and rusted with no one to bear it. Damsels no more distress, for they will rescue their own dam selves. Nobility has been silenced and Chivalry is not politically correct. The wise king no longer wears a crown, but a suit and tie. Bureaucrats have replaced those who seek to serve a noble cause for a higher purpose and those who aspire to nobility for nobility's sake have only their own interest at heart. So lies in tatters Camelot and the holy visage. Majesty has been rendered impotent. So now we lay in trouble and wait, each of us wanting only for what we can carve out of the fallen kingdom. No more knights to the saving of the kingdom, parse out what you can until nothing remains. No more kings men to come to our aid, we have dissolved all nobility and we are on our own. Now when we ask ourselves where have the kings men gone, we must look in the mirror and blame ourselves.