In the year AD 1095, a departure for the Crusades was underway, and noble knights were setting forth on their journey.
One of the knights confided in his dearest companion, “Without a doubt, my bride is among the most exquisite women in the world. It would be a tragic loss if no man could win her over…
…Hence, as my most cherished and trustworthy friend, I am entrusting you with the key to her chastity belt, to use in the event that I do not return from the Crusade.”
The contingent of knights was barely a mile away from the town when they noticed a billowing cloud of dust approaching.
Suspecting that it could bring an important message from the town, the column came to a halt.
An equestrian figure drew near, who happened to be the knight’s closest companion.
He quipped, “Hey, you’ve handed me the wrong key!”