Today's word is: Defenestrate!

               “Now, I call this meeting in the name of our Lord, and his majesty King Rupert IV,” the Archbishop continued, eyeing the table with disdain. “and for all of your sakes, I hope you’ve got better news this time.”
               The knights all looked at each other, apprehensive. What exactly could they say? The man claiming to be a wizard was just an old man with a sock on his head. He was harmless, and definitely didn’t need executing.

               Sir Archibald stood up, his chainmail rattling in the draughty stone room. The evening sun was sinking, and without any help, the ‘wizard’ would be killed at dawn. He looked toward the grand north-facing window, frowning. “Well, Archbishop, he’s… well.. not a wizard..?”

               The Archbishop’s face turned puce. He seemed really eager to kill something that day. He turned the tiny window frame of gold that hung around his neck, glaring at Archibald down his crooked nose.

               “No. Execution! I want to see that man fly from the tallest room in the tower!” there was a little ball of spit-bubbles resting at the corner of his lip. Another knight got to his feet.

               “I hate to say it, your excellence, but you’re horribly outnumbered.” Sir Quincy rested his hand on the hilt of his sword. Two more of the knights took a stand behind him. “We can’t let you murder an innocent man.”

               By now, the Archbishop’s prune-face was the same colour as an off tomato. A vein in his neck threatened to burst. “That’s it! You knights don’t understand the Lord of Window’s power! I, Archbishop Hubert von Vierecken will demonstrate his powe-..”

               Sir Archibald grabbed the thin man by his shirt and whispered, “You mean defenestrate, right?” For a second, a spasm somewhere between incoherence and embarrassment crossed his purple cheeks. “What do you-…”
               And with a crash, Sir Archibald shattered the north window with the Archbishops frail body, depositing the useless twit onto the cobbles below before wondering what to have for tea.