Hose had he of the same green, and spurs of bright gold with silken fastenings richly worked; and all his vesture was verily green. "Sir Gawain and the Green Knight" (Anonymous) The banners now flying above the walls of Caer Camulodon were without device, simple flags of shimmering green. Gawain and Pabius and the rest of their company rode through gates thrown open in welcome after Pabius announced them. A powerful warrior in a tunic of the same shimmering green emerged from the main hall, a veiled woman on his arm, her skirts swaying with lithe grace as she walked. At least Gawain was not so far gone with disappointed love that he could not appreciate a shapely figure. The pair stopped in front of them, and the warrior in green addressed the priest in accents of the north that brought back memories of Gawain's youth. "Well met, Father Pabius. But I do not see my future bride's cousin among your number." Pabius clambered down from his mule, the rest of them following suit. "She is detained.
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