St Thomas, UK
On the third day at the castle, the lady of the castle came to my room once again in the mornig and gave me another kiss. She still would let up with words of love, "By this one day we may love, surely it may be so? Then all my life-days I may remember that Gawain held me in his arms" (94). I still refused, but settled with her giving me a magical green lace from her girdle. "It is but a little thing, and you may wear it hidden. Take it, I pray you, for it is a m...