'And sythen he hath no name, I shall gyff hym a name which shall be called Beawmaynes, that is to say Fayre Handys. And into the kychyn I shall brynge hym, and there he shall have fatte browes every day that he shall be as fatte at the twelve-monthe ende as a porke hog.'
Sir Kay taking the mickey out of a nameless wight, who proves two pages later to be 'Garethe, and brothir unto sir Gawayne of fadir syne and modir syne.' That's one of the perelest knyghtes to make an enemy of, and no mistake.
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