like a starling, a song of the morning, the sun and the scent of wild roses

I absolutely love this line: it conjures up all sorts of images from illuminated manuscripts. Didn't they used to eat starlings in those days?:)

Knights are cool. But, even though I have a picture of the knight here, I preferred Gunnar Bjornstrand's squire (was it a squire? - it's so long since I actually watched it).