When I was a Prince, taking the knee meant something entirely different. I used to dread it. Tip-toeing past Wizard's rune room, always caught out by that squeaky floor board, "Rollo!" the voice would boom out, "in here now. Time for the knee". Clearly, being a bit of an imp in my younger days, he'd be wanting to teach me a lesson or two about whatever mischief I'd concocted that day, but being bent over his skinny lap, and belted on the posterior with his Wizard's staff, left one quite bruised. Sitting down afterwards was almost out of the question. And the thrones are so hard...