A bow-shot from her bower-eaves,
He rode between the barley-sheaves,
The sun came dazzling thro’ the leaves,
And flamed upon the brazen greaves
Of bold Sir Lancelot.
A red-cross knight for ever kneel’d
To a lady in his shield,
That sparkled on the yellow field,
Beside remote Shalott.
(Tennyson- from The Lady of Shalott)
(Prince Charles as the knight!)
The chivalrous chevalier of the chateau of Chenonceau
Chose cherries for the chambermaid who
Challenged the chastity of the chaplain of Chartres