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02 May 2007 @ 08:21 pm
A note on dialogue:
Almost all dialogue is a direct text citation, though there's a fair amount of truncating that I do throughout some of the longer speeches. Anything in italics is either thought or sound and is my own addition. Any thread or post that has a *notes tag means that there is at least one line of spoken dialogue that is my own invention. Usually this means only one or two lines are added, but the Priest-Gawain is entirely original.

A note on length:
Although this project was fun, it was certainly a challenge, and one of the problems I had was length. All of the threads are designed to be read as a cohesive unit, but the major turning points in the plotline (The Challenge and the Showdown at the end) can be read by themselves if the entire thing is becoming too long.

A note on order:
There is a table of contents provided with links in the order in which I think the threads should be read through.

A note on the journals and community:
If you'd like the passwords to any of the journals or moderatorship of the community, please let me know.

Thank you very much -- I hope it's at least vaguely enjoyable.
- Steph
Current Music: Ennio Morricone - The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
02 May 2007 @ 08:12 pm

At the beginning of it all, there was a challenge at Christmastide, leaving Gawain with a long time to wait and important advice to receive. The season of the challenge finally draws near, and Gawain sets off, finally coming to rest at a castle in the woods.

Still the time for Gawain continues to draw near, but he and the lord of the house strike a bargain, leading to three long days of hunting.

When Gawain finally leaves, his host provides him with a guide, who attempts to give some sage advice. Gawain refuses, and goes to meet his challenge.

At the end of it all, Gawain returns home.
01 May 2007 @ 09:52 pm
Nobody expected Gawain to return to the court of the most noble King Arthur, least of all Gawain.

The knights of the Round Table that meet him at the gates of Camelot don't even let him dismount before announcing to everyone within earshot 'Gawain has returned! He has come back to Camelot! He lives!'.

Gawain looks down at the green riband around his chest and wish he was simply away. He doesn't want to explain himself -- ever.

He's led to the main hall, where he recounts every shameful detail of the story -- the house of Sir Bertilak and his lady, the hunts, the three tests, the Green Chapel -- and he finishes it all off by pulling down his clothing so as to show off the cut which has finally scarred over.

When asked again about the belt: "This is the band! For this is a rebuke I bear in my neck! This is the grief and disgrace I have got for myself from the covetousness and cowardice that o'ercame me there! This is the token of the troth-breach that I am detected in, and needs must I wear it while in the world I remain; for a man may cover his blemish, but unbind it he cannot, for where once 'tis applied, thence part will it never."

The king and queen attempt to convince Gawain otherwise -- same with his friends and other knights of the Round Table, and the now-lead priest. No one succeeds. Arthur changes tactic, ordering everyone to carry the same bright green sash in solidarity with their fellow knight sir Gawain.

Gawain attempted to convince the king and queen and his friends and other knights of the Round Table otherwise.

He had about as much success as they'd had previously with easing his guilt about the adventure that started out as a challenge at Christmastide.
01 May 2007 @ 09:51 pm

Even with weapon to whetstone, the Green Knight can still hear hooves approaching the hillside and thickets concealing him behind the chapel he's used as base of operations for so long.

He lifts his weapon -- not the same axe he left in Camelot, but similar and certainly just as large -- from the whetstone when the hooves stop, waiting for the new arrival to take a long look around.
01 May 2007 @ 09:21 pm
Gawain finally leaves the castle at which he'd stayed for so long, with a guide and stores of food in his saddlebags and 'Safe journey!'s and 'Godspeed!'s following him and his companion into the woods.

Most of the trees passed during the trek this morning lost their leaves months back, and Gawain almost wants to make a joke at one point about not being able to recognize the Green Chapel when the pair come to it simply because of the season of the year that still has months more to go before ending.

It's on the highest hill so far down the path in the woods, surrounded by snow, that Gawain's guide stops him.

"For so far I have taken you, sir, at this time, and now you are near to that noted place that you have enquired and questioned so curiously after." Gawain nods at the announcement, lifting his reins to continue and offering a shocked look of reproach when his guide places one hand on them to prevent the knight's horse from moving.

"The place that you pass to, men perilous hold it, the worst wight in the world in that waste dwelleth; for hw is stout and stern, and to strike he delights, and he mightier than any man upon middle-earth is, and his body is bigger than the four best men that are in Arthur's house, either Hestor or others."

It takes a rather intense amount of patience for Gawain to not bite out What makes you think I don't know this already? but he waits for his servant to continue.

"...If you come there, you'll be killed, if the carl has his way -- and so, sir Gawain, now go another way, and let the man alone, for the love of God, sir! Come to some other country, and there may Christ keep you! That I will safe keep your secret, and say not a word that ever you fain were to flee for any foe that I knew of."

How dare you crosses Gawain's mind when he replies: "Gramercy! Well, man, if here I departed, I should a knight coward be, I could not be excused. Noy, I'll fare to the Chapel, whatever chance may befall, and have such words with that wild man as my wish is to say, come fair or come foul, as fate will allot me there."

The guide goes agape, before dismounting and helping Gawain into the rest of his armor -- helmet, shield, spear -- mounting his horse again before Gawain looks to him to move forward.

The guide gives a quick set of directions toward the Green Chapel ahead of them while turning and just before riding home at a gallop.

Gawain exhales sharply -- a habit he's picked up over the last few weeks -- mumbling, "By God on high, I will neither grieve nor groan. With God's will I comply, whose protection I do own."

Just for safety's sake, Gawain adjusts both helmet on his head and his gifted belt around his waist before riding toward the end of his quest.
29 April 2007 @ 12:22 pm
Each day starts long before the sunrise, in this castle in the woods. The stablemen and courtiers under the lord of the house are up and awake before the animals themselves are, waking them up in order to have them saddled and prepared so that they may go to morning Mass on time.

As for the lord himself, he is first to be seated in the chapel, surrounded by his brethren before God -- the cushion to the right of his seat being conspicuously empty. Some of the knights question this, quietly and away from their lord. He notices but says nothing, just moving through the kitchens on the way to the stables in order to swallow down some waybread and cider before leaving for the day.

His knights are horsed, his weapons are at hand and his dogs are barking behind their gate facing out to the woods.

"Out!" he bellows, and two stablemen free the dogs, the entire host galloping toward their day's kills.
26 April 2007 @ 01:23 pm
The Christmas ceremonies at the home of that lord of the castle were as impressive as any in years past in remembrance. Wife by one side, Gawain his guest on the other, all events were proceeding according to tradition and plan.

Except for that Gawain wanted -- said he needed -- to leave, and the lord leads Gawain into a private chamber so that they may speak openly.

"What would make such a noble knight leave his home or a host on such a holy occasion?" the baron asks.
26 April 2007 @ 11:54 am
After traveling so long and so far alone, arriving at the castle of a true knight -- one willing to provide shelter and food for one so away from their own home -- felt both like a relief and a blurred vision of servants, ermine cloaks, warm fires and fresh bread and wine.

The lord of the castle himself, to Gawain, was bold ang big, at the prime of his life. He granted Gawain shelter in his home seemingly without a second's thought, and assigned a squire to help Gawain get settled in before calling him to dinner.
26 April 2007 @ 10:40 am
Newly shod, Gringolet's hooves struck against the paths leading away from Camelot at a gallop so quick they almost left visible sparks behind for the crowd who arose at morning-light to watch Gawain leave them.

The kindness and sincerity at their spoken words was easy enough for Gawain to hear, before he left. Their true meaning, the visible grief at believing him soon dead, comes to Gawain's mind after about the third or fourth bear he kills before he is killed instead. Those few persons he did encounter on his travels either had no idea what Gawain was talking about at the mention of the Green Chapel, or had no interest in helping anyone besides themselves, speeding off in an opposite direction from this knight from Camelot if he wanted more information.

It was the prayer that kept him company, as late December marched onward to Christmas Eve. Gawain almost never had the chance to push Gringolet to gallop in the woods -- too dense and dark, almost claustrophobic.

Just a place to rest for the knight, Gawain prayed to his Lady, crossing himself three times at the end of his pleas.

Gawain looks forward again, finding his prayers answered, and manages in the end to force his warhorse onward.
26 April 2007 @ 10:26 am
No one mentions the Green Knight anymore, even though the gargantuan emerald-hue axe hangs on the wall behind Gawain's traditional seat in Camelot's main hall. Even Gawain seems to not think about it -- there are far more worthwhile things with which he can occupy his time. Hunting, playing games and winning tournaments at court.

And going to Mass and confession. That too.