On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Galahad tries to imagine Claudius pretending to be annoyed about the myriad ways they've coupled since the first time after Dark, without the sinful, unsanctioned union of their marriage. He's still learning all the ways there are to have sex, and often Claudius is the one taking him -- taking his cock worshipfully between those smiling lips, taking his mouth with one hand knotted in his wild hair, taking his hole while he sits atop Claudius' slim hips, touching himself and Claudius with all the wonder of tasting some God-made fruit for the first time. Galahad always feels in control of this taking, though: all this pleasure is his because Claudius loves him, because Claudius would give him anything. When he's ready-- A faint thrill goes through him. On their wedding night, he'll take his bride. He feels his cheeks flush, imagining it, imagining Claudius--

"What do the bows signify?"