King Richard was about to set out on the first crusade. Because he knew how randy his knights were he, commissioned his blacksmith to make her a chastity belt, to be fitted on his wife Guinevere, with a lock and only one key, .
Before leaving he called Sir Lancelot, and entrusted the key to him, telling him that of all his knights he was the most trustworthy.
King Richard rode off, but had only got about two miles down the road when Lancelot came charging up on his horse.
"What on earth is the matter?" said the king.
"Sorry sire," Lancelot said "but, you've given me the wrong key."
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