This was a toughie. I played with a couple of ideas, and this fell out; it's not great, so I'll stop talking and let you read it :D
“Fortitude. Chastity. Faith.”
Sir Clement of the Fairweald murmured these words in time with the other knights around him. He was knelt, as were they all, dressed in full armour, holding his sword out in front of him. The point dug into the ground as he leant on it, standing. The armour was heavy, but he barely noticed its weight.
The Grand Master strode forward to stand in front of the three-tined cross. His own armour was covered in gold, glinting in the light filtering through the high windows.
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