Ah, and now he has found his courage! But as my story progresses, so do the depths of my flaws. The road to the green chapel was full of danger, but it was within Bertilak’s castle that I faced the greatest test of my strength. The lure of temptation in its most beguiling form beckoned me, and I struggled with the principles I held dear to my heart. The lady in the castle, fair and devious, gave me a gift – a green girdle to protect me from the evil that was to come. In my hesitation, I let fear stand in my way of truth, and I showed my weakness. At the end of the Green Chapel, when the Green Knight’s axe descended upon me, I knew the truth of what I had done, and the wound upon my throat was a reminder of my own fallibility. But I learned a great lesson that day: true honor isn’t in being perfect, it’s in having the courage to admit your flaws. Upon reflection, I present this essay to The University for Chivalrous Studies at Camelot, not as a perfect example of chivalry, but as a knight who has explored the innermost depths of his being and gained a more profound comprehension of virtue. In my storytelling, I aim to communicate that strength manifests in various