'Then hence from this plain shalt thou journey to the kingdom of Brittany, And bear to a gentle maiden thy pledge and thy fealty. For she for my sake hath suffered a sorrow she ne'er had borne, Had not Kay been of knightly customs, and of courtesy fair forsworn. 320 Say to her how with me it fareth, that I come not in joy again Till my spear, thro' his shield sharp-piercing, hath wiped out her honour's stain. To King Arthur and to his lady, and the knights of the Table Round Bear my greeting, and say in their presence shall I never again be found Till the day I from shame have freed me; from the shame which _I_ too must share 325 With the maiden who smiled upon me, and great grief for that greeting bare. Say to _her_ I am aye her servant, to serve her with service fain!' So Kingron must swear unto him ere they parted, those heroes twain. Thus he came afoot to the city, for thither had fled his steed, The Burgers' help in battle, from their anguish the folk he freed. 330 But the outer host was troubled that Kingron, their chosen knight, In this wise had been dishonoured, and broken his dauntless might. Then they led Parzival in triumph to their queen so fair and young, And the maiden was fain to greet him, and her white arms around him clung, And in close embrace she held him as she spake, 'The wide earth doth hold 335 No man I will have for my husband save him whom these arms enfold!' And as here they disarmed the hero her part would the maiden bear With ready hand and skilful, nor her service she thought to spare. But tho' heavy had been his labour, yet scanty, I ween, the board. And the Burgers they came before him, and they sware him with one accord 340 They would have him for lord and master; and the queen in her turn she spake, And she said that this knight so valiant for her love and her lord she'ld take Who had won him a fame so mighty o'er Kingron the seneschal-- But now from the castle bulwarks two sails might be seen by all, A strong wind to the haven brought them, and their lading must needs make glad 345 The folk, they bare naught but victuals,--God's guidance they surely had!