Gawain dreamt of a white hart. At first he saw only moonlight, making its way through a course copse of trees. Then he saw a pair of brown-black eyes and the gentle curve of an animal's back. The deer dropped its head near the ground. Prickly pieces of grass grazed over his mouse soft muzzle.
The night seemed to stand still, fading into an unearthly hush. A brook rushed by, void of sound. Falcon wings beat overhead, sending a gust through Gawain's hair, but still he heard nothing. He gazed at the ghostly form of the deer, drinking in the fermented honey scent hovering in the air. An acidic light glided over the glade.
Gawain of Orkney has not been to Camelot since before his father led a rebellion against King Arthur. Now that the war is over Gawain is sent to attend Arthur's wedding.
The night of the wedding Arthur bids Gawain to hunt a white hart -- a beautiful deer of unearthly purity. Gawain accepts the quest but the dangers of the wilderness become hard to battle when he is bound by Arthur's new ideals. Gawain realizes he may not be so different from the knights of the old, violent ways of as he had imagined.
Gawain does not have long to decide which life he wants to chase. Not all the rebels put down their swords when his father did. The knights of the old ways are planning an assassination and even King Arthur may not survive his own idealistic trust.
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