So, the Lady Knight blushed to hear of Gawain's amorous exploits? Kay shrugged. The girl's ears had been kept tender by her time preparing for holy orders; the sounds and language of knighthood were a deal less refined than those of a priory. He would treat her, as she said, as a sister - respected, but not coddled.<br/><br/>"Less chaste, says he," snickered Kay. "As an egg is less black than a lump of coal." Tacitly acknowledged was a certain amount of envy that even the most high-minded of the knights felt of Gawain's uncanny ability to win the heart - or at least the affections - of the court's ladies.