When you go, your footprints will fill with grass. Moss shall cover your tombstone, and as the sun rises, green shall spread over all, in all its shades and hues. This verdigris will overtake your swords and your coins and your battlements and, try as you might, all you hold dear will succumb to it. Your skin, your bones. Your virtue.[to Gawain]
Red is the color of lust, but green is what lust leaves behind, in heart, in womb. Green is what is left when ardor fades, when passion dies, when we die, too.
Have you ever seen a hawk kill a horse? Just swoop down and… It’s terrible. Every man should see it at least once. But that is the world. And the world is fit for all manner of mysteries. A man’s home, though, should be safe from all that. One wall joined with another, line and plumb. Good, strong walls, and a fire within.[to Gawain]