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‘Wilt thou, Gawaine?‘I cannot, King.’
‘Sir Geraint?‘Nay, not I;
My kisses no relief could bring,
For sooner would I die.’

‘Then up and spake the youngest man
Of all about the board,
‘Now such relief as Christian can
I’ll give to her, my lord.’

‘It was Sir Keith, a youthful knight,
Yet strong of limb and bold,
With beard upon his chin as light
As finest threads of gold.

‘Quoth Kay, ‘He hath no mistress yet
That he may call his own,
But here is one that’s quick to get,
As she herself has shown.’

‘He kissed her once, he kissed her twice,
He kissed her three times o’er,
A wondrous change came in a trice,
And she was foul no more.

‘Her cheeks grew red as any rose,
Her brow as white as lawn,
Her bosom like the winter snows,
Her eyes like those of fawn.

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