But e'en as she named Liassé then sorrow awoke anew In his heart who would fain do service, and his spirit, so high and true, Sank, as sinketh a hill to the valley, at the thought of that maiden dear; Yet he spake to the queen, 'Say, Lady, how best may I serve thee here?' 260 'Sir Knight an thou couldst but rid me of Kingron the seneschal; In knightly joust of my warriors full many before him fell. With the morning again he cometh, and he thinketh that free from harm His lord soon shall lie, my husband, in the clasp of my circling arm. My Burg hast thou seen, and thou knowest how lofty its towers and high, 265 Yet down to the moat below them will I fling myself joyfully, Ere of maidenhood King Klamidé shall rob me against my will, If no better may be, then by dying, his boasting I yet may still!' Then he quoth, 'Lady, French or Breton, of what country soe'er he be, From Kingron my hand shall shield thee, with what power may be given to me.' 270 The night was spent, with the dawning the queen she arose again, Lowly she bent before him, nor from thanks would her lips restrain. Then she passed from the chamber softly, and no man might be aware, Tho' wise were he else, of her errand, save only the knight so fair. Nor Parzival longer slumbered, for the sun was swift to rise, 275 And it pierced thro' the clouds of morning, and smote on his wakened eyes; And he heard the sweet bells chiming, as the folk church and minster sought, For Klamidé their joy had banished, and their land in sore peril brought. Then up rose the young knight also; the chaplain was in his place And he sang to God and his lady; and the guest saw the maiden's face, 280 And he gazed till the Mass was ended, and the benediction o'er. Then he bade them to bring his harness, and soon was he armed once more, A good knight and strong they deemed him, in gallant armour fair. Then on came Klamidé's army with banners borne high in air. And Kingron, he came full swiftly, he sped far before the force, 285 And, so hath the story told me, of Iserterre's land his horse. And there waited before the portal the son of King Gamuret, And the prayers and the hopes of the townsfolk on the youthful knight were set.