“Ah, sir Gawain, since I have wed you,
Show me your courtesy in bed;
Such a right is mine and cannot be denied.
“Indeed, sir Gawain,” said that lady,
“If I were fair you would sing another tune,
But of marriage you have no respect.
Yet for Arthur’s sake kiss me at least;
I pray you do this at my request.
Let’s see you now.”
Sir Gawain said, “I will do more
Than just to kiss you, so help me God!”
He turned to her at last.
He saw her be the fairest creature
That ever he saw, with no compare.
She said, “What is your will?”
“By Christ”!” he said; “What are you?”
“Sir, I am your wife, surely.
Why are you so unkind?”
“Oh, lady, I am to blame.
I beg your mercy, my fair madam-
I hadn’t realised.
A lady you are most beautiful to me,
And but today you were the foulest creature
That I ever saw in my eyes.
Happy I am, my lady, to have you thus”-
And he embraced her in his arms and began to kiss her
And was very happy indeed.
“Sir,” said she, “thus you shall have me:
Choose one, so God save me,
My beauty will not hold-
Whether you will have me fair on nights
And as foul on days to all men’s sight,
Or else to have me fair on days
And on nights the foulest wife-
Only one you may have.
Choose one or the other.
Choose now, sir knight, which you prefer,
Your honour to preserve.”
“Alas!” said Gawain; “The choice is hard.
To choose the best, it is impossible,
Whichever choice I choose:
To have you fair on nights and no more,
That would grieve my heart,
And I would lose my honour.
And if I desire on days to have you fair,
Then on the nights I’d have slim pickings.
However would I choose the best:
I know not at all what I should say,
But do as you will now, my happy lady.
The choice I put in your hand:
“Whatever you will is,
Loose me as you desire, for I am bound;
I put the choice in you.
Both my body and my goods, heart and everything,
Is all your own, to keep or sell-
That I swear to God!”
“Many thanks, courteous knight,” said the lady;
“of all earthly knights thou are most blessed,
For now I am honoured.
Thou shall have me fair both day and knight
And ever as I live I will be fair and bright;
Therefore be not grieved.
“For I had by transformed by magic,
By my stepmother, God have mercy on her,
And lay under enchantment;
From my true form,
Until the best of England
Had married me in truth,
And also that he should give me sovereignty
Of all his body and goods for certain.
Thus I was transformed;
And you, sir knight, courteous Gawain,
Have given me sovereignty certainly,
And never shall you be sorry for that.
“Kiss me, sir knight, now;
I pray thee, be glad and make good cheer,
For all has turned out well.”
Then they had joy beyond imagination,
The way a couple does
When they are alone.
She thanked God and mild Mary
She was rescued of what had befallen her;
So did sir Gawain.
He made mirth in her chamber
And thanked Our Saviour,
I tell you, for certain.
With joy and mirth they stayed awake till morn
And then the fair maid began to rise.
“You shall not,” said sir Gawain;
“We will lay and sleep till noon
And then let the king call us to dinner.”
“I agree,” then said the maid.
Thus the time passed until midday.
“Sirs,” said the king, “let us go and discover
If sir Gawain is still alive.
I am truly afraid for sir Gawain,
Afraid that the fiend has him slain;
Now would I find the truth.
“Let us go now,” said Arthur the king.
“We will go witness their rising,
How well has he faired.”
They came to the chamber, all uncertain.
“Arise,” said the king to sir Gawain;
“Why do you stay so long in bed?”
“By Mary,” said Gawain, “sir king, surely,
I would be glad, and you should let me be,
For I am quite happy here.
Abide, you shall see the door opened!
I trust you will say I am quite fortune;
I truly do not wish to rise.”
Sir Gawain rose, and by the hand he took
His lady fair, and to the door he went,
And opened the door wide.
She stood in her smock by the fire;
Her hair came to her knees as red as gold wire.
“Lo, this is my pleasure!
Lo!” said Gawain unto Arthur-
“Sir, this is my wide, dame Ragnell,
That once saved your life.”
He told then to the king and queen
How suddenly her shape had changed-
“My lord, now by your leave”-