[With a delicious sching noise, Wynn draws the ridiculously shiny sword off from his belt. One by one he lays the flat of the blade upon the squire's right shoulder, then raises it gently above their head to place it upon their left. When he is finished with each of them in turn, he returns to his place at the top of the steps, and announces:]

You may rise: Sir Spike. Sir Buffy Anne Summers. Sir Sven van Tol. Sir Andrea Dodge. Sir Ethan Mavery. Sir Martha Jones. Sir Oerba Dia Vanille.

[The moment the squires begin to rise, the entire hall bursts into a frenzy of cheers, applause, hoots and hollering that's practically deafening.]