Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight is a late 14th-century Middle English alliterative romance outlining an adventure of Sir Gawain, a knight of King Arthur’s Round Table. In the tale, Sir Gawain accepts a challenge from a mysterious warrior who is completely green, from his clothes and hair to his beard and skin. The “Green Knight” offers to allow anyone to strike him with his axe if the challenger will take a return blow in a year and a day. Gawain accepts, and beheads him in one blow, only to have the Green Knight stand up, pick up his head, and remind Gawain to meet him at the appointed time. The story of Gawain’s struggle to meet the appointment and his adventures along the way demonstrate the spirit of chivalry and loyalty.
The poem survives in a single manuscript, the Cotton Nero A.x., that also includes three religious pieces, Pearl, Cleanness, and Patience. These works are thought to have been written by the same unknown author, dubbed the “Pearl Poet” or “Gawain poet.” All four narrative poems are written in a North West Midland dialect of Middle English. The story thus emerges from the Welsh and English traditions of the dialect area, borrowing from earlier “beheading game” stories and highlighting the importance of honour and chivalry in the face of danger.
For those who cannot read early forms of olde English (not surprised), here is a jump to the more “Modern” English version of the story Sir Gawain and the Green Knight
2nd ed.edited by: J.R.R. Tolkien and E.V. Gordon. Revised by: Norman Davis xxviii, 232 p. : ill. ; 23 cm. : Clarendon PressOxford 1967 Note: The printed text contained illustrations which are not noted in the electronic textNote: First ed. published in 1925 Note: Includes bibliographical references (p. 153-156)
Originally Published: 1400
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