Evil cannot stand up to a knight. I’ve seen them, coming into a town on business known only to them. There is a strange, otherworldly presence about a knight. There is a brilliance that exists even if his armor is dented and dulled.
Bullies, waiting in ambush to harass those who are too young…or too old…disappear when a knight arrives. So do the snakes and many beggars, which probably means something sinister.
The goodwives come out and try to catch his attention, waving handkerchiefs and calling well-wishes. Neighbors remain on the streets and mingle, putting aside their natural reticence and distrust, at least until the knight is out of view.
All this I have seen, and more, when a night rides into Moussillon.