In Days of Old, when knights were bold... make up thy own ending. Verily, welcome thyself to the Twelfth Century and make thyself comfortable on the Greensward (not the green sword) of fabled Sure Would Forest, to hear a tale, hopefully not stale, of a fair female in distress (or dat dress) and suffering great distress from the big mess she findeth herself in, so to speaketh. Fear not the roar of the great dragon, as it is only a trick, and we wish no ladies to run screaming from the hall. In sooth, a Knight of Might might ease the fright of the Damsel bright in danger, quite. And behold, into this Middle Ages Crisis what to our wondering eyes doth appear but a full-sized barbershop chorus in medieval gear! Enough already: stay tuned for more...