'Fair maid,' asked Sir Gawaine, 'is that Knight your love?'
'Certainly he is my love,' said she.
'Then you know his name?' asked Sir Gawaine.
'Nay, truly,' answered the damsel, 'I know neither his name, nor whence he cometh, but I love him for all that.'
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- Thinking of pushing the boat out as my love for Lancelot is alas, unrequited. ;-)
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