Reminds me of the story about King Arthur's Round Table. Lancelot and Gawain decided they were going to go on a quest for the Holy Grail, and went to tell Art about it. The King thought it a great idea, and enquired (in the US he would have inquired) as to the size of their entourage.
Lance and Wain laughed and told the king they intended to travel without any entourage, but the King informed them they had to take at least one squire, since never would any of his knights demean Camelot by traveling without at least one servant.
Off went the two knights and the squire, and several days later they were in the midst of a dark and forbidding forest (no one ever told me what the forest was forbidding, but I'm working on that aspect.) The three of them were quite hungry, and matters were made worse when a sudden thunderstorm blew in. We don't think about this very often today, but a suit of armor is not one of those places you choose to be when the lightning starts.
They finally found an old castle, and hurried themselves yon to seek shelter. The door was opened by a very old and ugly crone who told them they could have shelter, food, and warmth provided that one of them would spend the night making love to her.
Lancelot and Gawain went into a huddle, where they discussed how much this was against their code of chivalry, not to mention the fact that it wasn't a very palatable idea anyway. Finally, Lancelot said to Gawain, "We must get into the castle. Promise her anything but give her our page."
