MediEvil
Eight men carried her majesty, who stood upon her private caravan. An entourage of guards surrounded the conveyance at all sides. The guards brandished their swords, not menacingly, but with just enough authority that no one opposed her passage down the crowded street; and the street was crowded. Many people assembled, all seeking a glimpse of their Queen. I stood a good 20 paces from the caravan. The people who love the Queen most will try to get close, those who are suspicious of...