As shown in the comic, the old knights did not die.

The older knights returned after a few minutes.

These young men had little use for the strict and rigid interpretation of the Measure that was life's blood to the older knights.

The older Knights had only one answer - the Measure.

It belongs to the days of the old knights and their ladies, not to our days.

The older knights smiled patronizingly at his plaints; some of the younger ones scoffed.

He have allowed us to redeem one soul already, and we go out as the old knights of the Cross to redeem more.

The old knights were so proud of these names that if a burgher called them by their right ones they would correct them.

Many of the older knights nodded in approval.

And two or three of Father's old knights, too old to ride, are there with their wives and youngest sons.