Analysis Of The Book ' The ' Of The Night ' By F. Scott Fitzgerald
“Get the fuck out of my bed, will you?” bellowed Perceval, nearly apoplectic with rage, as he yanked up his trousers and slipped his feet into his boots.
Right then, Gawain stepped into the room, his eyes skimming the scene.
“Could someone clarify what’s going on in here?” asked Gawain. “You’re making quite the racket.”
Perceval laced his boots. “This fucking bitch” – he jammed his thumb in Elora’s direction – “turned up in my bed, naked! You know nothing wakes me, so I never heard a thing. Joan walked in, and now she thinks I am fucking this whore. I have to go find my wife and explain.”
Gawain’s eyes widened with shock, but he recovered quickly and glared at Elora.
“Didn’t you hear him?” said Gawain. “He said get out of his bed. And cover yourself, woman. No one wants to look at you.” He stepped forward and picked up her discarded cloak from a chair and tossed it at her. Elora shrugged into it reluctantly.
Gawain turned to Perceval. “I’ll keep her here until you retrieve your wife and this little witch explains the truth, which she will do.” Gawain cast Elora a threatening glance, and she shrank back.