My father was a brawny Moor, six feet six inches tall. He bound his head in a red velvet cloth he wore a curved sword, forged from the finest Toledo steel.
He captured a lady, bright and dark. he took her in his arms and wrapped her in a warm quilt and carried her off.
They came to a castle and he battered down the doors with the trunk of an oak tree and KILLED EVERYBODY IN IT, just so they could rest the night. Later, while she slept, he walked the parapets... and became a king.