(And if for such want I'ld mock them, then in truth must I share their shame, For there where I oft dismount me, where men do me '_Master_' name, At home in mine house, with trouble e'en the mice shall their portion steal, Nor oft for their food be joyful! Nor need they the bread conceal, Unhidden, I scarce may find it--Yea, oft doth it happen so, 95 And I, Wolfram of Eschenbach, ofttimes such pleasure and ease may know.) But enough of my lamentation, once more ye the tale shall hear How the city was full of sorrow, and for gladness they paid full dear. How these heroes, so rich in courage, must in need and in scarceness live, For so did the manhood bid them, to their need shall ye pity give-- 100 For their life stood in pledge, might He free it in Whose Hand all power shall be!-- Yet more of their grief would I tell ye that ye mourn for them bitterly, With shame their guest did they welcome, for they deemed him so rich and great That he craved not thro' need their shelter; he knew naught of their poor estate. On the grass did they spread a carpet, where a linden was walled around, 105 And trained to a welcome shadow--'Neath its boughs they his arms unbound, And the vassals they took his harness; but other than theirs his face When he in the streamlet washed it, and cleansed it from red rust trace; Nay, the sunlight's rays were shamèd 'neath the glow of his beauty bright, And a worthy guest they thought him as they gazed on the gallant knight. 110 Then a mantle rich they brought him e'en like to the robe he bare, And new was the smell of the sable wherewith it was garnished fair.