THE SCENE: Finally granted an audience before King Arthur, the aspiring knight Culhwch makes a surprising demand.
THE TEXT: “Spoke Arthur, ‘Though you may not remain here, chieftain, you will get whatever boon might be named by your head and your tongue.’
‘God’s truth upon that?’
‘You shall get it, gladly, name what you would name.’
‘I will name it. The trimming of my hair is what I wish.’
‘You will get that.'”
“It appears that whatever Geoffrey has written either of Arthur, or his successors, or predecessors, is a fiction, invented either by himself or by others, and promulgated either through an unchecked propensity to falsehood, or a desire to please the Britons, of whom vast numbers are said to be so stupid as to assert that Arthur is yet to come.” […]
“He himself was amazed, unconscious as he was of having earned praise, and in the end with difficulty realized that the Lord had supplied him with a substitute.” […]
“Sister, how can you bear the roughness of your lover’s beard when you kiss him? Surely it must scratch your breasts, and the points of his moustaches stick into your lips and cheeks?” […]
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