[In desperation.] A serpent! The divil in woman’s semblance!
Guinevere.
Now in truth, Sir Kay, you are the shamefulest knight of your tongue that now is living in the world, and an ye do not yourself unshut the door to this poor wight then will I myself!
Sir Kay.
On your own head be it, then!... [Strides to the door and throws it wide.] Who stands without, enter, by ordinance of the Queen! And under protest from the Seneschal! [All watch with interest, Sir Kay crossing himself, as the Stranger enters, showing herself to be a woman, bent and hobbling, close-muffled in scarlet cloak and hood. Sir Gawayne starts, realising that appearances have deceived him. Sir Kay mutters, mimicking the other.] O passing young and peerless fair! [All hang back, slightly fearful, scrutinising the Stranger.]
Guinevere.
[To Sir Kay.] This is no beggar asking alms! I charge you, Sir Kay, speak fair to her, and ask her who she may be, whence come, and on what errand?
Sir Kay.
Pray, fair damosel, of what kin come ye, and by what name may we know ye, and wherefore do you honour our poor Court with your gracious presence?