Amidst cries of protest, Sir Brenzen stood unflinching, holding his pickaxe out to hold the other dwarves at bay. He steadfastly ignored the cries and complaints of the dwarves around him, watching the crowd with a dispassionate face. Finally, over the hubub, a voice was heard,
"I will."
Everybody turned to the speaker. They knew her by the name of Olin, an expert dyer who had immigrated to the fortress with her husband recently. The dwarves watched in horrified silence as she strode forward, her head bowed.
Sir Brenzen looked down at her, "You would be willing to sacrifice yourself for the good of the fortress."
Olin swallowed hard, but nodded.
"Then kneel."
Olin kneeled on the ground, and Sir Brenzen strode forward, placing the point of his pick on her head. In an emotionless voice, he proclaimed, "By the power invested in me as a low magebane by the grand master of my order, I find you worthy."
He lifted his pickaxe as every dwarf watched in horror.
"With the power bestowed in me, I pronounce you..."
He brought the pickaxe down hard, then stopped, placing it gently to the top of her head once more.
"...worthy of the honor of the knighthood. Rise, Lady Olin, and if you wish, you may take the vows of the knighthood."
Olin rose to her feet, a look of awe and wonder on her face. Brenzen extended his pick towards her, saying, "If you take these vows, you have bound yourself to protect this fortress at all costs. You will almost certainly perish in the heat of combat eventually, but your life will save the lives of many others. Are you willing to accept this burden and take on the mantle of Knight of St. Zane?"
The look of awe never leaving her face, Olin nodded, placing one hand on the outstretched pick.
"Then repeat after me the oath of the order.
I hereby accept the position as a knight of St. Zane..."
Edit: You all totally fell for it.