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Sir Gawain and the Green Knight- The Pearl Poet

The Pearl Poet, also known as the Gawain Poet, wrote Sir Gawain and the Green Knight as as an allegory for the honorability of knights. All throughout the story, Gawain tries to resist the advances of Lady Bertilak, knowing that he will have to reciprocate whatever he did that day to the Lord Bertilak, who was the Green Knight in disguise. Lord Bertilak seems to enjoy this exchange, at one point even pointing out “that’s a poor price to pay for such precious things as you so have given me here, three such kisses so good,” in reference to the meager amount of game that he had to exchange for the kiss.

Even in the beginning of Fitt one, the Green Knight is described in such an intimate way, from his build to the exact way that he’s dressed, emphasizing how strong of a knight he must be. This level of homoeroticism is something that can only be examined freely from the viewpoint of the past generations’ advances towards LGBTQ+ rights. The Green Knight set up this exchange and purposefully had his wife try to seduce Gawain, knowing that Gawain would show his knightly honor by being forthcoming with his daily “earnings.” Had the situation between Lady Bertilak and Gawain gone further than kissing, would Gawain have kept his word and exchanged the day’s activities freely with the Green Knight? Examining this classic tale of heroism from this point of view provides for a fresh, exciting spin on an old tale.

(Because of length constraints, we have chosen to omit certain stanzas from this fitt that are not related to the theme we are exploring. Omitted sections will be denoted by ***)

Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, The Pearl Poet

Now will I of their service say you no more, for each man may well know no want was there another noise full new neared with speed, that would give the lord leave to take meat. For scarce was the noise not a while ceased, and the first course in the court duly served, there hales in at the hall door a dreadful man, the most in the world’s mould of measure high, from the nape to the waist so swart and so thick(1), and his loins and his limbs so long (2) and so great half giant on earth I think now that he was; but the most of man anyway I mean him to be, and that the finest in his greatness that might ride, for of back and breast though his body was strong, both his belly and waist were worthily small (3), and his features all followed his form made and clean. Wonder at his hue men displayed, set in his semblance seen; he fared as a giant were made, and over all deepest green. 8 And all garbed in green this giant and his gear: a straight coat full tight that stuck to his sides, a magnificent mantle above, masked within with pelts pared pertly, the garment agleam with blithe ermine full bright, and his hood both, that was left from his locks and laid on his shoulders; neat, well-hauled hose of that same green that clung to his calves and sharp spurs under (4) of bright gold, on silk stockings rich-barred, and no shoes under sole where the same rides. And all his vesture verily was bright verdure, both the bars of his belt and other bright stones, that were richly rayed in his bright array about himself and his saddle, on silk work, it were tortuous to tell of these trifles the half, embroidered above with birds and butterflies, with gay gaudy of green, the gold ever inmost. The pendants of his harness, the proud crupper, his bridle and all the metal enamelled was then; the stirrups he stood on stained with the same, and his saddle bows after, and saddle skirts, ever glimmered and glinted all with green stones. The horse he rode on was also of that hue, certain: A green horse great and thick, a steed full strong to restrain, in broidered bridle quick – to the giant he brought gain. A steed full strong to restrain 9 Well garbed was this giant geared in green, and the hair of his head like his horse’s mane. Fair fanned-out flax enfolds his shoulders; A beard big as a bush over his breast hangs, that with the haul of hair that from his head reaches was clipped all round about above his elbows, that half his hands thereunder were hid in the wise of a king’s broad cape that’s clasped at his neck. The mane of that mighty horse was much alike, well crisped and combed, with knots full many plaited in thread of gold about the fair green, here a thread of the hair, and there of gold. The tail and his forelock twinned, of a suit, and bound both with a band of a bright green, dressed with precious stones, as its length lasted; then twined with a thong, a tight knot aloft, where many bells bright of burnished gold ring. Such a man on a mount, such a giant that rides, was never before that time in hall in sight of human eye. He looked as lightning bright, said all that him descried; it seemed that no man might his mighty blows survive. 10 And yet he had no helm nor hauberk, neither, nor protection, nor no plate pertinent to arms, nor no shaft, nor no shield, to strike and smite, (5) but in his one hand he held a holly branch, that is greatest in green when groves are bare, and an axe in his other, one huge, monstrous, a perilous spar to expound in speech, who might. The head of an ell-rod its large length had, the spike all of green steel and of gold hewn, the blade bright burnished with a broad edge as well shaped to sheer as are sharp razors. The shaft of a strong staff the stern man gripped, that was wound with iron to the wand’s end, and all engraved with green in gracious workings; a cord lapped it about, that linked at the head, and so around the handle looped full oft, with tried tassels thereto attached enough on buttons of the bright green broidered full rich. This stranger rides in and the hall enters, driving to the high dais, danger un-fearing. Hailed he never a one, but high he overlooked. The first word that he spoke: ‘Where is,’ he said, ‘the governor of this throng? Gladly I would see that soul in sight and with himself speak reason.’ On knights he cast his eyes, And rolled them up and down. He stopped and studied ay

who was of most renown.

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45 ‘And further,’ quoth the lord, ‘a bargain we’ll make: whatsoever I win in the wood is worthily yours; and whatever here you achieve, exchange me for it. Sweet sir, swap we so – swear it in truth – whether, lord, that way lies worse or better.’ ‘By God,’ quoth Gawain the good, ‘I grant it you, and that you lust for to play, like it methinks.’ ‘Who’ll bring us a beverage, this bargain to make?’ so said the lord of that land. They laughed each one, they drank and dallied and dealt in trifles, these lords and ladies, as long as they liked; and then with Frankish faring, full of fair words, they stopped and stood and softly spoke, kissing full comely and taking their leave. By many lively servants with flaming torches, each brave man was brought to his bed at last full soft. To bed yet ere they sped, repeating the contract oft; the old lord of that spread could keep a game aloft.

46 Full early before the day the folk were risen; Guests who would go their grooms they called on, and they busied them briskly the beasts to saddle, tightening their tackle, trussing their baggage. The richest ready themselves to ride all arrayed, leaping up lightly, latched onto their bridles, each rode out by the way that he most liked. The beloved lord of the land was not the last arrayed for the riding, with ranks full many; ate a sop hastily, when he had heard Mass, with horns to the hunting field he hastens away. By the time that daylight gleamed upon earth, he with his knights on high horses were. Then the cunning hunters coupled their hounds, unclosed the kennel door and called them out, blew briskly on their bugles three bare notes; braches bayed therefore, and bold noise made, and men chastised and turned those that chasing went, a hundred of hunters, as I have heard tell, of the best. To station, keepers strode, huntsmen leashes off-cast; great rumpus in that wood there rose with their good blasts.

47 At the first call of the quest quaked the wild; deer drove for the dales, darting for dread, hied to the high ground, but swiftly they were stayed by the beaters, with their stout cries. They let the harts with high branched heads have way, the brave bucks also with their broad antlers; for the noble lord had bidden that in close season no man there should meddle with those male deer. The hinds were held back with a ‘Hey’ and a ‘Ware!’ The does driven with great din to the deep coves. There might men see, as they loosed, the slanting of arrows; at each winding of the wood whistled a flight, that bit into brown flanks, with broad blade-heads. What screaming and bleeding, by banks they lay dying, and ever the hounds in a rush hard on them followed, hunters with high horn-calls hastened them after, with such a crack and cry as cliffs were bursting. What wild beasts so escaped the men shooting were all dragged down and rent by the new reserves, when hunted from high ground, and harried to water. The lads were so skilled at the lower stations, and the greyhounds so great, that gripped so quickly and dragged them down, as swift I swear, as sight. In bliss without alloy the lord does spur or alight, and passes that day with joy and so to the dark night.

48 Thus larks the lord by linden-wood eaves, while Gawain the good man gaily abed lies, lurks till the daylight gleams on the walls, under canopy full clear, curtained about. And as in slumber he lay, softly he heard a little sound at his door, and it slid open; and he heaves up his head out of the clothes, a corner of the curtain he caught up a little, and watches warily to make out what it might be. It was the lady (6), the loveliest to behold, that drew the door after her full silent and still, and bent her way to the bed; and the knight ashamed, laid him down again lightly and feigned to sleep. And she stepped silently and stole to his bed, caught up the curtain and crept within, and sat her full softly on the bedside and lingered there long, to look when he wakened. The lord lay low, lurked a full long while, compassing in his conscience what this case might mean or amount to, marvelling in thought. But yet he said to himself: ‘More seemly it were to descry with speech, in a space, what she wishes.’ Then he wakened and wriggled and to her he turned, and lifted his eyelids and let on he was startled, and signed himself with his hand, as with prayer, to be safer. With chin and cheek full sweet, both white and red together, full graciously did she greet, lips light with laughter.

49 ‘Good morning, Sir Gawain,’ said that sweet lady, ‘You are a sleeper unsafe, that one may slip hither. Now are you taken in a trice, lest a truce we shape, I shall bind you in your bed, that you may trust.’ All laughing the lady made her light jests. ‘Good morrow, sweet,’ quoth Gawain the blithe, ‘I shall work your will, and that I well like, for I yield me swiftly and sue for grace; and that is the best, to my mind, since behoves I must.’ And thus he jested again with much blithe laughter. ‘But would you, lovely lady, but grant me leave and release your prisoner and pray him to rise, I would bound from this bed and dress me better, I should discover more comfort in speaking with you.’ ‘Nay, forsooth, beau sire,’ said that sweet, ‘You shall not rise from your bed. I charge you better: I shall wrap you up here on this other side, and then chat with my knight whom I have caught; for I know well, indeed, Sir Gawain you are, that all the world worships, wherever you ride. Your honour, your courtesy, is nobly praised among lords, among ladies, all who life bear. And now you are here, indeed, and we on our own; my lord and his lords are far off faring, other knights are abed, and my ladies also, the door drawn and shut with a strong hasp. And since I have in this house him who all like, I shall work my time well, while it lasts, with a tale. Your are welcome to my body, Your pleasure to take all; I must by necessity your servant be, and shall.’

50 ‘In good faith,’ quoth Gawain, ‘a gain’s that me thinks, though I be not now him of whom you are speaking; to reach to such reverence as you rehearse here, I am all ways unworthy, I know well myself. By God, I’d be glad though if you thought it fit in speech or service that I might set myself to the pleasing of your worth – that were a pure joy.’ ‘In good faith, Sir Gawain,’ quoth the sweet lady, ‘The worth and the prowess that pleases all others, if I slighted or thought light of it, that were little grace; but there are ladies enough that would far rather have you, dear man, to hold, as I have you here, to dally dearly in your delightful words, comfort themselves and ease their cares, than make much of the treasure and gold they have. But as I love that same Lord that the heavens rules, I have wholly in my hand what all desire through grace.’ She made him thus sweet cheer, who was so fair of face; the knight with speeches clear answered her every case. 51 ‘Madam,’ quoth the merry man, ‘Mary give you grace, for I have found, in good faith, your friendship is noble. Others gain full much of other folks praise for their deeds, but the deference they deal me is undeserved in my case. It is honour to you that naught but good you perceive.’ ‘By Mary,’ quoth the lady, ‘methinks it otherwise; for were I worth all the wonder of women alive, and all the wealth of the world were in my hand, and I should bargain to win myself a brave lord, with the qualities that I know of you, knight, here, of beauty and debonair and blithe seeming, that I hearkened to ere now and have here found true, then should no errant on earth before you be chosen.’ ‘Indeed, lady,’ quoth the knight, ‘you have done much better; but I am proud of the value you place on me, and, solemnly your servant, my sovereign I hold you, and your knight I become, and Christ reward you!’ Thus they mulled many matters till mid-morn passed, and ever the lady let fall that she loved him much; yet the knight held to his guard, and acted full fair. ‘Though I were loveliest lady,’ so her mind had it, ‘the less is there love in his load’ – for his fate he sought that one, the stroke that should him cleave, and it must needs be done. The lady then sought to leave, he granting her that boon. 52 Then she gave him good day, with a laughing glance, and stunned him as she stood there, with cutting words: ‘May He who speeds each speech reward you this sport! But that you should be Gawain, it baffles the mind.’ ‘Wherefore?’ quoth the knight, and urgently asked, fearful lest he had failed in forms of politeness. But the lady blessed him and spoke as follows: ‘One gracious as Gawain is rightly held to be, with courtesy contained so clear in himself, could not lightly have lingered so long with a lady, but he had craved a kiss out of courtesy, with some trifling touch at some tale’s end.’ Then quoth Gawain: ‘Indeed, let it be as you like; I shall kiss at your command, as befits a knight, and further, lest I displease you, so plead no more.’ She comes nearer at that, and catches him in her arms, leans lovingly down, and the lord kisses (7). They graciously commend to Christ one another; and she goes out at the door with not a word more; And he readies himself to rise and hurries anon, calls to his chamberlain, chooses his clothes, going forth, when he is ready, blithely to Mass. And then he went to the noble meal that awaited, and made merry all day till the moonrise, at games. Was never knight fairer sung between two such noble dames, the elder and the young; much joy had they of the same.

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55 Then the lord commanded all be summoned to the hall, both the ladies, aloft, to descend with their maids. Before all the folk on the floor, he bid men verily his venison to bring there before him; and all gaily in courtesy Gawain he called, and tells over the tally of full fat beasts, shows him the fine flesh shorn from the ribs. ‘How does this sport please you? Have I won praise? Have I won thanks, thoroughly served by my craft?’ ‘Yes, indeed,’ quoth the other, ‘here spoils are fairest of all I have seen this seven-year in season of winter.’ ‘And I give all this to you, Gawain,’ quoth the man then, ‘for according to covenant you may call it your own.’ ‘That is so,’ quoth the knight, ‘I say you the same: what I have worthily won this house within, shall with as good a will be worthily yours.’ And he clasps his fair neck his arms within, and kisses him in as comely a way as he can(8): ‘Take you there my prize, I received no more; I would grant it all, though it were greater.’ ‘That is good,’ quoth the lord, ‘many thanks therefore. This may be the better gift, if you would tell me where you won this same prize by your own wits.’ ‘That was not pledged,’ quoth he, ‘ask me no more; for you have taken what’s due, none other to you I owe.’ They laughed and made blithe with words worth praise, and so to supper then side by side, with dainties in plenty go.

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59 She came to the curtain and peeped at the knight. Sir Gawain welcomed her courteously first, and she answered him again eager her words, sits herself soft by his side, and sweetly she laughs, and with a loving look she led with these words: ‘Sir, if you be Gawain, it’s a wonder methinks, why one so well disposed always to good, knows not how to manage his manners in company, and if any teach you to know them, you cast them from mind. You have swiftly forgot what but yesterday I taught with all the truest tokens of talk that I could.’ ‘What is that?’ quoth the knight, ‘Indeed I know not. If it be truth that you breathe, the blame is mine own.’ ‘Yet I taught you of kissing.’ quoth the fair dame, ‘where countenance is fair, quick make your claim; that becomes every knight that courtesy uses.’ ‘Unsay,’ quoth that brave man, ‘my dear, that speech, for that I dare not do, lest I were denied; if I were spurned, I’d be wrong, indeed, to have proffered.’ ‘By my faith,’ quoth the lady, ‘you cannot be spurned; you are strong enough to constrain by strength, if you like, if any were so villainous as to deny you.’ ‘Yes, by God,’ quoth Gawain, ‘true is your speech, but threats do never thrive in the land where I live, nor any gift that is given without a good will. I am at your command, to kiss when you like; you may lip when you will, and leave when you wish in a space.’ The lady bends her adown and sweetly she kisses his face; much speech they there expound of love, its grief and grace. 60 ‘I would know of you, knight,’ that lady then said, ‘if you are not angered by this, what is the reason that so young and lively a one as you at this time, so courteous, so knightly, as widely you’re known (and from all chivalry to choose, the chief things praised are the laws of loyal love, and the lore of arms; for in telling those tales of the truest of knights, all the title and text of their works is taken from how lords hazard their lives for loyal love, endured for that duty’s sake dreadful trials, and after with valour avenged, and void their cares, brought bliss to the bower by bounties their own) and you, the knight, the noblest child of your age, your high fame and honour told everywhere, why I have sat by yourself here separately twice, yet heard I never that your head held even a word that ever belonged to love, the less nor the more. And you, that are so courteous and coy of your vows, ought, to a young thing, to yearn to show and teach some tokens of true love’s craft What! Are you ignorant, who garner all praise, or else do you deem me too dull to heed your dalliance? For shame! I come hither single and sit to learn of you some game; do teach me of your wit, while my lord is away.’ 61 ‘In good faith,’ quoth Gawain, ‘may God reward you! Great is the gladness, and pleasure to me, that so worthy as you should wind her way hither, at pains with so poor a man as to sport with your knight with any show of favour – it sets me at ease. But to take on the travail myself of expounding true love, and touch on the themes of the texts and tales of arms to you who, I know well, wield more skill in that art, by half, than a hundred of such as I am or ever shall be, on this earth where I live – that were a manifold folly, my dear, by my troth. I would your wishes work if ever I might, as I am highly beholden, and evermore will be servant to yourself, so save me God!’ Thus that lady framed her questions and tempted him oft(9), for to win him to woe, whatever else she thought of; but he defended himself so fairly no fault it seemed, no evil on either hand, nor did they know aught but bliss. They laughed and larked full long; at the last she did him kiss, farewell was on her tongue, and went her way, with this.

*** 65 The lord, full loud he cried, laughed merrily when he saw Sir Gawain; and with joy he speaks. The good ladies were summoned, the household gathered; he shows him the boar’s sides, and shapes him the tale of the largeness and length, the malignity also, of the war on the wild swine in woods where he fled. So the other knight full nobly commended his deeds, and praised it, the great merit that he had proved; for such brawn from a beast, the brave knight said, nor such flanks on a swine he’d not seen before. Then they handled the huge head, the knight gave praise, and showed horror at it, for the lord to hear. ‘Now Gawain,’ quoth the good man, ‘this game is your own, by a firm and fast promise, as in faith you know.’ ‘That is true,’ quoth the knight, ‘and as surely true is that all I got I shall give you again, by my troth.’ He clasped the lord at the neck and gently kissed him(10), and after that of the same he again served him there. ‘Now are we even quit,’ quoth the knight, ‘this eventide, of all the covenants made here, since I came hither, by law.’ The lord said: ‘By Saint Giles, you are the best that I know; you’ll be rich in a while, if your trade continues so.’ 66 Then they set up tables on trestles aloft, casting cloths on them. Clear light then wakened the walls, waxen torches servants set, and served food all about. Much gladness and glee gushed out therein round the fire on the floor, and in fulsome wise at the supper and after, many noble songs, such as Christmas carols and dances new, with all manner of mirth that man may tell of, and ever our courteous knight the lady beside. Such sweetness to that man she showed all seemly, with secret stolen glances, that stalwart knight to please, that all wondering was the man, and wrath with himself; but he could not out of breeding spurn her advances, but dealt with her daintily, howsoever the deed might be cast. When they had dallied in hall as long as their will might last, to chamber the lord him called, and to the hearth they passed. 67 And there they drank and debated and decided anew to act on the same terms on New Year’s Eve; but the knight craved leave to go forth on the morn, for it was nearing the time when he must go. The lord persuaded him not to, pressed him to linger, and said: ‘As I am true, I pledge you my troth you shall gain the Green Chapel, and render your dues, sir, by New Year’s light, long before prime. And so go lie in your room and take your ease, and I shall hunt in the holt and hold to the covenant, exchanging what has chanced, when I spur hither; for I have tested you twice, and faithful I find you. Now: “third time pays all,” think on that tomorrow; Make we merry while we may, and mind only joy, for a man may find sorrow whenever he likes.’ This was graciously granted and Gawain lingered; Blithely they brought him drink, and bed-wards they went with light. Sir Gawain lies down and sleeps full still and soft all night; the lord who to woodcraft keeps, rises early and bright. *** 69 Then was it lively delight to list to the hounds, when all the meet had met him, mingled together. Such curses at that sight rained down on his head as if all the clinging cliffs clattered down in a heap. Here was he hallooed when huntsmen met him, loud was he greeted with snarling speech; there he was threatened and called thief often, and ever the hounds at his tail, that he might not tarry. Oft he was rushed at when he made for the open, and often swerved back again, so wily was Reynard. and so he led them astray, the lord and his liegemen, in this manner by mountains till after mid-morning, while the honoured knight at home happily slept within the comely curtains, on that cold morn. But the lady for love could get no sleep, nor could the purpose impair pitched in her heart, but rose up swiftly, and took herself thither in a merry mantle, that reached the earth, that was furred full fine with purest pelts; without coif on her head, but the noblest gems traced about her hair-net by twenties in clusters; her fair face and her throat shown all naked, her breast bare before, and her back the same(11). She came in by the chamber door and closed it after, threw open a window and to the knight called, and roundly thus rebuked him with her rich words with cheer: ‘Ah! Man, how can you sleep? This morning is so clear.’ He was in slumber deep, and yet he could her hear. 70 In heavy depths of dreaming murmured that noble, as one that was troubled with thronging thoughts, of how destiny would that day deal him his fate at the Green Chapel, where he must meet his man, bound there to bear his buffet without more debate. But when he had fully recovered his wits, he started from dreaming and answered in haste. The lovely lady with laughter so sweet, bent over his fair face and fully him kissed(12). He welcomed her worthily with noble cheer; he saw her so glorious and gaily attired, so faultless of feature and of such fine hue, bright welling joy warmed all his heart. With sweet smiling softly they slip into mirth, that to all bliss and beauty, that breaks between them, they win. They spoke in words full good, much pleasure was therein; in great peril would have stood, kept not Mary her knight from sin. 71 For that peerless princess pressed him so closely, urged him so near the edge, he felt it behoved him either to bow to her love, or with loathing refuse her. He cared for his courtesy, lest he were churlish, and more for the mischief if he should work sin and be traitor to that lord who held the dwelling. ‘God shield us!’ quoth the knight, ‘that must not befall!’ With loving laughter a little he put aside all the special pleading that sprang from her mouth. Quoth beauty to the brave: ‘Blame you deserve, if you love not that live lady that you lie next, who above all of the world is wounded in heart, unless you have a leman, a lover, that you like better, and firm of faith to that fair one, fastened so hard that you list not to loose it – and that I believe. If that you tell me that truly, I pray you; by all the lovers alive, hide not the truth with guile.’ The knight said: ‘By Saint John,’ and gentle was his smile ‘In faith I love no one, nor none will love the while.’ 72 ‘These words,’ said the lady, ‘are the worst words of all; but I am answered forsooth, so that it grieves me. Kiss me now gently, and I shall go hence; I may but mourn upon earth, a maid that loves much.’ Sighing she stooped down, and sweetly him kissed, and then she severs from him, and says as she stands: ‘Now, dear, at this our parting set me at ease: give me something, a gift, if only your glove, that I may think of you, man, my mourning to lessen.’ ‘Now indeed,’ quoth the knight, ‘I would I had here the dearest thing, for your sake, I own in the world, for you have deserved, forsooth, and in excess, a richer reward, by rights, than I might reckon; but as a love-token, this would profit you little. It is not to your honour to have at this time a glove of Gawain’s giving to treasure; and I am here on an errand in lands unknown, and have no servants with sacks of precious things. I dislike this, my lady, for your sake, at this time; but each man must do as he must, take it not ill nor pine.’ ‘Nay, knight of high honours,’ quoth that love-some lady fine, ‘though I shall have naught of yours, yet shall you have of mine.’

73 She proffered him a rich ring of red gold work, with a sparkling stone glittering aloft, that blazed brilliant beams like the bright sun; know you well that it’s worth was full huge. But the knight refused it and he readily said: ‘I’ll no gifts, before God, my dear, at this time; I have none to give you, nor naught will I take.’ She offered it him eagerly, yet he her gift spurned, and swore swiftly his oath that he would not seize it; and she grieved he refused her, and said thereafter: ‘Since you reject my ring, too rich it may seem, for you would not be so high beholden to me, I shall give you my girdle: that profits you less.’ She loosed a belt lightly that lay round her sides, looped over her kirtle beneath her bright mantle. Gear it was of green silk and with gold trimmed, at the edges embroidered, with finger-stitching; and that she offered the knight, and blithely besought that he would take it though it were unworthy. but he said he might have nigh him in no wise neither gold nor treasure, ere God sent him grace, to achieve the errand he had chosen there. ‘And therefore, I pray you, be not displeased, and let your gift go, for I swear it I can never you grant. To you I am deeply beholden, your kindness is so pleasant, and ever in heat and cold, then I’ll be your true servant.’ 74 ‘Now do you shun this silk,’ said the lady, ‘because it is simple in itself? And so it may seem. Lo! It is slight indeed, and so is less worthy. But whoso knew the worth woven therein he would hold it in higher praise, perchance; for whatever man is girt with this green lace, while he has it closely fastened about him, there is no man under heaven might hew him, for he may not be slain by any sleight upon earth.’ Then the knight thought, and it came to his heart, it was a jewel for the jeopardy judged upon him, when he gained the Green Chapel, his fate to find; if he might slip past un-slain, the sleight were noble. Then he indulged her suit, and told her to speak. And she pressed the belt on him urging it eagerly; and he granted it, and she gave it him with goodwill, and besought him, for her sake, never to reveal it, but loyally conceal it from her lord. The knight agrees that no one should know of it, indeed, but they two, betimes. He thanked her as he might, with all his heart and mind. By then the gallant knight, she had kissed three times. 75 Then took she her leave and left him there, for more of that man she might not get. When she is gone, Sir Gawain attires himself, rises and dresses himself in noble array, lays aside the love-lace the lady gave him, hides it full handily where he might find it. Then swiftly to the chapel took he his way, privately approached a priest, and there prayed him that he would enlighten his life and teach him better how his soul might be saved when he went hence. Then he shrove himself fully, eschewed his misdeeds the major and minor, and mercy beseeches, and calls on the priest for absolution; and he absolved him surely and left him so pure that Doomsday yet might be declared on the morn. And then he made himself merry among the fair ladies, with comely carols and all manner of joy, more than ever before that day, till the dark night, in bliss. Each one had courtesy there of him, and said: ‘He is the merriest he was ever since he came hither, ere this.’ ***

77 And then they hurry for home, for it was nigh night, striking up strongly on their stout horns. The lord alights at last at his much-loved home, finds fire upon hearth, the knight there beside, Sir Gawain the good who glad was withal – for among the ladies he was joyfully beloved. He wore a gown of blue that reached to the ground. His surcoat suited him well, all soft with fur, and his hood of the same hung from his shoulder, trimmed all with ermine were both all about. He met with the lord in the midst of the floor, and all with joy did him greet, and gladly he said: ‘I shall fulfil the first our contract now, that we settled so speedily sparing no drink.’ Then he clasped the lord and kissed him thrice, as strongly and steadily as he well could. ‘By Christ,’ quoth the other, ‘you’ve found much luck in transacting this trade, if your profit was good.’ ‘You need not care about profit,’ quick quoth the other, ‘as I’ve promptly paid over the profit I took.’ ‘Marry,’ quoth the other, ‘my own falls behind, for I have hunted all this day, and naught have I got but this foul fox fell – the fiend take such goods! – and that’s a poor price to pay for such precious things as you so have given me here, three such kisses so good(13).’ ‘Enough,’ quoth Sir Gawain, ‘I thank you, by the Rood.’ And how the fox was slain the lord told as they stood. 78 With mirth and minstrelsy, with meals at will, they made as merry as any men might, with laughter of ladies, and jesting with words. Gawain and the good man so glad are they both: must be, lest the diners are drunkards or dotards. Both master and men played many jokes, till the time it was come that they must sever; his men at the last must go to their beds. Then humbly his leave of the lord at first takes the noble knight, and fairly him thanks: ‘For such a splendid sojourn as I have had here, your honour at this high feast, the High King reward you! I would give myself as one of your men, if you so like; but I must needs, as you know, move on tomorrow, if you’ll grant me a guide to show, as you promised, the way to the Green Chapel, as God wills for me to be dealt on New Year’s day the doom my fate brings.’ ‘In good faith,’ quoth the good man, ‘by my goodwill all that ever I promised you, I shall hold ready.’ Then he assigned him a servant to show him the way and conduct him through the hills, so he’d not delay, and faring through forest and thickset the shortest way he’d weave. The lord Gawain did thank, such honour he did receive. Then of the ladies of rank the knight must take his leave. 79 With sad care and kissing he spoke to them still, and full heartfelt thanks he pressed on them: and they yielded him again replies the same, commending him to Christ then with frozen sighs. So from the company he courteously parts; each man that he met, he gave him his thanks for his service and for the solicitous care that they had shown busied about him in serving; and all were as sorry to sever from him there as if they had dwelt nobly with that knight ever. Then the lads with lights led him to his chamber, and blithely brought him to bed to be at his rest. If he did not sleep soundly, I dare say nothing, for he had much on the morrow to mind, if he would, in thought. Let him lie there quite still, he is near what he sought; and quiet you a while until I tell you of all that they wrought.

80 Now nears the New Year and the night passes, the day drives away dark, as the Deity bids. But wild weather awoke in the world outside, clouds cast cold keenly down to the earth, with wind enough from the north, to flail the flesh. The snow sleeted down sharp, and nipped the wild; the whistling wind wailed from the heights and drove each dale full of drifts full great. The knight listened full well, as he lay in his bed. Though he closes his lids, full little he sleeps; with each cock that crew he well knew his tryst. Deftly he dressed himself, ere the day sprang, for there was a lighted lamp gleamed in his chamber. He called to his servant who promptly replied, and bade him bring coat of mail and saddle his mount; the man rises up and fetches him his clothes, and attires Sir Gawain in splendid style. First he clad him in clothes to ward off the cold, and then in his harness, that burnished was kept, both his belly-armour and plate, polished full bright, the rings of his rich mail-coat rubbed free of rust; and all was as fresh as at first, and he to give thanks was glad. He had put on each piece and in bright armour clad ; fairest from here to Greece, his steed to be brought he bade. 81 While he wound himself in the most splendid weeds – his coat-armour with its badge of clear deeds, set out upon velvet, with virtuous stones embellished and bound about it, embroidered seams, and fair lined within with fine furs – yet he forgot not the lace, the lady’s gift; that Gawain did not fail of, for his own good. when he had bound the blade on his smooth haunches, then he wound the love-token twice him about, swiftly swathed it about his waist sweetly that knight. The girdle of green silk that gallant well suited, upon that royal red cloth that rich was to show. But it was not for its richness he wore this girdle, nor for pride in the pendants, though polished they were, and though the glittering gold gleamed at the ends, but to save himself when it behoved him to suffer, to abide baneful stroke without battling with blade or knife. With that the knight all sound, goes swift to risk his life; all the men of renown he thanks, prepares for strife. 82 Then was Gringolet readied, that was huge and great, and had been stabled snugly and in secure wise; he was eager to gallop, that proud horse then. The knight went to him and gazed at his coat, and said soberly to himself, and swore by the truth: ‘Here are many, in this motte, that of honour think. The man who maintains it, joy may he have! The fair lady through life may love her befall! Thus if they for charity cherish a guest, and hold honour in their hand, the Lord them reward who upholds the heavens on high, and also you all! And if I should live for any while upon earth, I would grant you some reward readily, if I might.’ Then steps he into the stirrup and strides aloft. His man showed him his shield; on shoulder he slung it, gives spur to Gringolet with his gilded heels, and he starts forth on the stones – pausing no longer to prance. His servant to horse got then, who bore his spear and lance. ‘This castle to Christ I commend: May he grant it good chance!’ 83 The drawbridge was let down, and the broad gates unbarred and flung open upon both sides. The knight blessed himself swiftly, and passed the boards; praised the porter kneeling before the prince, who gives him God and good-day, that Gawain He save; and goes on his way with his one man, who shall teach him the path to that perilous place where the grievous blow he shall receive. They brushed by banks where boughs were bare, they climbed by cliffs where clung the cold. the heavens were up high, but ugly there-under mist moved on the moors, melted on mountains, each hill had a hat, a mist-mantle huge. Brooks boiled and broke their banks about, sheer shattering on shores where they down-flowed. Well wild was the way where they by woods rode, till it was soon time that the sun in that season does rise. They were on a hill full high, the white snow lay beside; the man that rode him by bade his master abide. 84 ‘For I have brought you hither, sir, at this time, and now you are not far from that noted place that you have sought and spurred so specially after. But I must say, forsooth, that since I know you, and you are a lord full of life whom I well love, if you would hark to my wit, you might do better. The place that you pace to full perilous is held; there lives a man in that waste, the worst upon earth, for he is strong and stern and loves to strike, and more man he is than any upon middle-earth, and his body bigger than the best four that are in Arthur’s house, Hector, or others. He makes it so to chance at the Green Chapel, that none passes by that place so proud in arms that he but does him to death by dint of his hand; for he is a mighty man, and shows no mercy, for be it churl or chaplain that rides by the chapel, monk or priest of the Mass, or any man else, he is as quick to kill him, as to live himself. Therefore I say, as true as you sit in the saddle, come there, and you will be killed, if he has his way, trust me truly in that, though you had twenty lives to spend. He has lived here of yore, and battled to great extent. Against his blows full sore, you may not yourself defend.’

85 ‘Therefore, good Sir Gawain, let him alone, and go by some other way, for God’s own sake! Course some other country where Christ might you speed. And I shall hie me home again, and undertake that I shall swear by God and all his good saints – so help me God and the Holy things, and oaths enough – that I shall loyally keep your secret, and loose no tale that ever you fled from any man that I know of.’ ‘Grant merci,’ quoth Gawain, and galled he said: ‘It is worthy of you, man, to wish for my good, and loyally keep my secret I know that you would. But, keep it ever so quiet, if I passed here, and fled away in fear, in the form that you tell of, I were a cowardly knight, I might not be excused. For I will go to the chapel, whatever chance may befall, and talk with that same fellow in whatever way I wish, whether it’s weal or woe, as fate may to me behave. Though he be a stern fellow to manage, armed with a stave, full well does the Lord know His servants how to save.’ 86 ‘Marry!’ quoth the other man, ‘now you spell it out that you will take all your own trouble on yourself, if you will lose your life, I’ll not you delay. Have your helm here on your head, your spear in your hand, and ride down this same track by yon rock side, till you’re brought to the bottom of the wild valley, then look a little on the level, to your left hand, and you shall see in that vale that selfsame chapel and the burly giant on guard that it keeps. Now farewell, in God’s name, Gawain the noble! For all the gold in the ground I’d not go with you, nor bear fellowship through this forest one foot further.’ With that the man in the wood tugs at his bridle, hits his horse with his heels as hard as he might, leaps away over the land, and leaves the knight there alone. ‘By God’s self,’ quoth Gawain, ‘I will neither weep nor groan; to God’s will I bend again and I am sworn as His own.’ 87 So he gives spur to Gringolet and picks up the path, pushing on through, by a bank, at the side of a wood, rode down the rough slope right to the dale. And then he gazed all about, and wild it seemed, and saw no sign of shelter anywhere near, but high banks and steep upon either side, and rough rugged crags with gnarled stones; so the sky seemed to be grazed by their barbs. Then he halted and reined in his horse awhile, and scanned all about this chapel to find. He saw no such thing either side, and thought it quite strange, save a little mound, as it were, off in a field, a bald barrow by a bank beside the burn, by a force of the flood that flowed down there; the burn bubbled therein as if it were boiling. The knight urges on his mount and comes to the mound, alights there lightly, and ties to a lime-tree the reins of his horse round a rough branch. Then he goes to the barrow, and about it he walked, debating with himself what it might be. It had a hole at each end and on either side, and was overgrown with grass in great knots; and all was hollow within, naught but an old cave, or a crevice of an old crag – he could not distinguish it well. ‘Who knows, Lord,’ quoth the gentle knight ‘whether this be the Green Chapel? Here might about midnight the Devil his Matins tell!’

88 ‘Now indeed,’ quoth Gawain, ‘desolation is here; this oratory is ugly, with weeds overgrown; well is it seemly for the man clad in green to deal his devotion here in the devil’s wise. Now I feel it’s the Fiend, in my five senses, who set me this meeting to strike at me here. This is a chapel of mischance – bad luck it betide! It is the most cursed church that ever I came to.’ With high helm on his head, his lance in his hand, he roamed up to the roof of that rough dwelling. Then he heard from that high hill, from a hard rock beyond the brook, on the bank, a wondrous brave noise. What! It clanged through the cliff as if it would cleave it, as if on a grindstone one ground a great scythe. What! It whirred and whetted, as water in a mill. What! It rushed and rang, revolting to hear. Then ‘By God,’ quoth Gawain, ‘this here I believe is arranged to reverence me, to greet rank by rote. ‘Let God’s will work! “Alas” – will help me not a mote. My life though it be lost I dread no wondrous note.’ 89 Then the knight called out loud on high; ‘Who stands in this stead, my tryst to uphold? For now is good Gawain grounded right here. If any man wills aught, wind hither fast, either now or never his needs to further.’ ‘Abide,’ quoth one on the bank above his head, ‘and you shall have all in haste I promised you once.’ Yet he then turned to his tumult swiftly a while, and at whetting he worked, ere he would alight. And then he thrust by a crag and came out by a hole, whirling out of the rocks with a fell weapon, a Danish axe new honed, for dealing the blow, with a biting blade bow-bent to the haft, ground on a grindstone, four feet broad – no less, by that love-lace gleaming full bright. And the giant in green was garbed as at first, both the looks and the legs, the locks and the beard, save that firm on his feet he finds his ground, sets the haft to the stones and stalks beside it. When he came to the water, he would not wade, he hopped over on his axe and boldly he strides, blazing with wrath, on a bit of field broad about in snow. Sir Gawain the man did greet, he bowed to him, nothing low; the other said: ‘Now, Sir Sweet, men may trust your word, I owe.’ 90 ‘Gawain,’ quoth the green man, ‘God may you guard! Indeed you are welcome, knight, to my place, and you have timed your travel as true man should. And you know the covenant pledged between us: at this time twelvemonth gone you took what befell, that I should at this New Year promptly requite. And we are in this valley verily alone; here are no ranks to sever us, serve as you will. Heft your helm off your head, and have here your pay. Ask no more debate than I did of you then when you whipped off my head at a single blow.’ ‘Nay, by God,’ quoth Gawain, ‘who lent me a soul, I shall bear you no grudge for the grief that befalls. Strike but the one stroke, and I shall stand still and offer no hindrance, come work as you like, I swear.’ He leant down his neck, and bowed, and showed the white flesh all bare, as if he were no way cowed; for to shrink he would not dare.

91 Then the man in green readies him swiftly, girds up his grim blade, to smite Gawain; with all the strength in his body he bears it aloft, manages it mightily as if he would mar him. Had he driven it down as direly as he aimed, one had been dead of the deed who was dauntless ever. But Gawain glanced at the grim blade sideways, as it came gliding down on him to destroy him, and his shoulders shrank a little from the sharp edge. The other man with a shrug the slice withholds, and then reproves the prince with many proud words: ‘You are not Gawain,’ quoth the man, ‘held so great, that was never afraid of the host by hill or by vale, for now you flinch for fear ere you feel harm. Such cowardice of that knight have I never heard. I neither flinched nor fled, friend, when you let fly, nor cast forth any quibble in King Arthur’s house. My head flew off, at my feet, yet fled I never; yet you, ere any harm haps, are fearful at heart. And I ought to be branded the better man, I say, therefore.’ Quoth Gawain: ‘I flinched once, Yet so will I no more; Though if my head fall on the stones, I cannot it restore.’ 92 ‘Be brisk, man, by your faith, and bring me to the point. Deal me my destiny and do it out of hand, for I shall stand your stroke, and start no more till your axe has hit me – have here my troth.’ ‘Have at you, then,’ quoth the other, and heaves it aloft and glares as angrily as if he were mad. He menaces him mightily, but touches him not, swiftly withholding his hand ere it might hurt. Gawain gravely it bides and moves not a muscle, but stands still as a stone or the stump of a tree that is riven in rocky ground with roots a hundred. Then merrily again he spoke, the man in green: ‘So now you have your heart whole, it me behoves. Hold you safe now the knighthood Arthur gave you, and keep your neck from this cut, if ever it may!’ Gawain full fiercely with anger then said: ‘Why, thrash on, you wild man, threaten no longer; it seems your heart is warring with your own self.’ ‘Forsooth,’ quoth the other, ‘so fiercely you speak, I’ll not a moment longer delay your errand I vow.’ Then he takes up his stance to strike pouts lips and puckers his brow; Nothing there for him to like who hopes for no rescue now. 93 Up the weapon lifts lightly, is let down fair, and the blade’s border beside the bare neck. Though heaved heavily it hurt him not more, but nicked him on the one side, and severed the skin. The sharp edge sank in the flesh through the fair fat, so that bright blood over his shoulders shot to the earth. And when the knight saw his blood blotting the snow, he spurted up, feet first, more than a spear-length, seized swiftly his helm and on his head cast it, shrugged with his shoulders his fine shield under, broke out his bright sword, and bravely he spoke – never since he was a babe born of his mother had he ever in this world a heart half so blithe – ‘Back man, with your blade, and brandish no more! I have received a stroke in this place without strife, and if you offer another I’ll readily requite you and yield it you swiftly again – of that be you sure – as foe. But one stroke to me here falls; the covenant stated so, arranged in Arthur’s halls, so lay your weapon, now, low!’ 94 The other then turned away and on his axe rested, set the haft to the earth and leant on the head, and looked at the lord who held to his ground, how doughty, and dread-less, enduring he stands armed, without awe; in his heart he him liked. Then he spoke merrily in a mighty voice, and with a ringing roar to the knight he said: ‘Bold man be not so fierce in this field. No man here has mistreated you, been unmannerly, nor behaved but by covenant at King’s court made. I hit with a stroke, and you have it, and are well paid; I release you from the rest of all other rights. If I had been livelier, a buffet perchance I could have worked more wilfully, to bring you anger. First I menaced you merrily with a single feint, and rent you with no riving cut, rightly offered for the pledge that we made on the very first night; for you truthfully kept troth and dealt with me true, all the gain you gave me, as good men should. The next blow for the morn, man, I proffered; you kissed my fair wife, the kisses were mine. For both these days I brought you but two bare feints, without scathe. Truth for the truth restore, then man need dread no wraith. On the third you failed for sure, and so took that blow, in faith.’ 95 ‘For it is mine that you wear, that same woven girdle; my own wife gave it you, I know it well forsooth. Now, know I well your kisses and conduct too, and the wooing of my wife; I wrought it myself(14). I sent her to test you, and truly I think you the most faultless man that was ever afoot. As a pearl beside whitened pea is more precious, so is Gawain, in good faith, beside other good knights. But here sir you lacked a little, wanting in loyalty; but that was for no wily work, nor wooing neither, but for love of your life – so I blame you the less.’ The other strong man in study stood a great while, so aggrieved that for grief he grimaced within. All the blood of his breast burnt in his face, that he shrank for shame at all the man said. The first words the knight could frame on that field: ‘Curse upon cowardice and covetousness both! In you are villainy and vice that virtue distress.’ Then he caught at the knot and pulled it loose, and fair flung the belt at the man himself: ‘Lo! There’s the falseness, foul may it fall! For fear of your knock cowardice me taught to accord with covetousness, forsake my kind, the largesse and loyalty that belongs to knights. Now am I faulted and false, and ever a-feared; from both treachery and untruth come sorrow and care! I confess to you knight, here, still, my fault in this affair; let me understand your will, and henceforth I shall beware.’ 96 Then laughed that other lord and lightly said: ‘I hold it happily made whole, the harm that I had; You are confessed so clean, cleared of your faults, and have done penance plain at the point of my blade, I hold you absolved of that sin, as pure and as clean, as though you were never at fault since first you were born. And I give you, sir, the girdle that is gold-hemmed. As it is green as my gown, Sir Gawain, you may think upon this same trial when you throng forth among princes of price, and this the pure token of the test at the Green Chapel to chivalrous knights. And you shall this New Year come back to my castle, and we shall revel away the remnant of this rich feast I mean’ Thus urged him hard the lord, and said: ‘With my wife, I ween, we shall bring you in accord, who was your enemy keen.’ ***

1. This wording is very detailed, leading me to believe that it is charged in a way that is supposed to convey a sexual current.

2. As before, this wording also is very sexualized in order to show how strong the Green Knight is.

3. There is a certain care here to point out that while the Green Knight is a large man, he is not by any means fat and still sports a slim waist.

4. The Knight’s close cling to him in a very fitted way and paid very close attention to.

5. The Knight needs to weapons to display his dominance and power to King Arthur’s people.

6. ‘The lady’ refers to Sir Bertilak’s wife.

7. Sir Bertilak’s wife has been suggestive with Gawain the entire scene, and now she finally kisses him, knowing the pact that Bertilak and Gawain made to share their spoils of the day with each other.

8. The time comes for Gawain to give his day’s accomplishments to Bertilak-- in this case, a kiss.

9. Lady Bertilak has been trying to woo him all day, but Gawain’s resolve remains strong.

10. Sir Gawain kisses Bertilak again after Bertilak shares the day’s game.

11. Lady Bertilak comes into Gawain’s room with more skin showing, with what we believe to be intentions of seduction.

12. The lady kisses him in a more tender way, and Gawain feels a conflict within on whether to reject or accept her advances.

13. It seems as if Bertilak enjoys Gawain’s kiss

14. Bertilak created this game with the intent for his wife to seduce Gawain, and in turn for him to receive the same “spoils” from Gawain.

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