Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2)Wolfram, von Eschenbach
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Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 1 of 2)
Wolfram, von Eschenbach
Perceval (Legendary character) -- Romances
Then he saw the roof of a castle rise fair in the evening
glow, 820
And the lad he thought in his folly that the towers from the
earth must grow
Since the one roof bare so many--And he thought Arthur sowed
such seed,
And he who could work such marvels were a holy man indeed!
Then he said, 'While at home I tarried ne'er looked I on
woodland field
That a crop so rich and so stately in growth might ever
yield; 825
I think me my mother's people their labour but little know,
For never too dry, I think me, is the soil where their seed
they sow!'--
Now Gurnemanz of Graharz of this mighty Burg was lord:
At his portal a spreading linden stood fair on the summer
sward,
Nor too long nor too wide was the meadow, and the horse and
the road they led 830
To where Parzival found him seated who of castle and land was
head.
Now weariness sore constrained him, nor his shield might he
rightly hold
But it backward and forward wavered as beseemed not a rider
bold.
And Prince Gurnemanz sat all lonely, and the boughs of the
linden tree
Gave shade as was meet to its master, the captain of
courtesy-- 835
And his life it fled from falsehood--Then e'en as should be
his right
He gave to the guest fair welcome, and with him stood nor
squire nor knight.
Then Parzival made him answer--In his folly he spake
straightway,
'My mother bade me seek counsel from an old man with locks of
grey;
For thy rede will I do thee service, for so did my mother
speak!' 840
'If here thou art come for counsel, and aid at my lips would
seek,
Thy favour thou still shalt leave me whatever my counsel be,
If thou will that thy prayer I hearken, and give rede as seem
best to me!'
Then the prince cast a yearling falcon from his hand and
aloft it flew,
And it winged its way to the castle, and its golden bells
rang true, 845
'Twas a messenger; and the pages came swiftly in garments
fair,
And he bade them to lead the guest in, and lodging as meet
prepare;
And the lad he spake in his folly, 'My mother she told me
true,
An thou follow an old man's counsel his rede shalt thou never
rue!
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