What, nephew, said the king, is the wind in that door?

Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is rightwise king born of all England.

Ah Gawaine, Gawaine, ye have betrayed me; for never shall my court be amended by you, but ye will never be sorry for me as I am for you

The blind king oversees his kingdom where the trees sing in the chaos of the wind. Yet, he does not feel any affection but to the songs of a meadowlark fading into mystics.

This beast went to the well and drank, and the noise was in the beast's belly like unto the questing of thirty couple hounds, but all the while the beast drank there was no noise in the beast's belly.

The very purpose of a knight is to fight on behalf of a lady.