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
'God comfort thee,' quoth the hero, 'for the death of my
father dear,
For truly we both must mourn him--But I think from no lips to
hear
Such wailing for my departing! As valour shall show the way,
I seek knighthood in distant countries--So it standeth with
me to-day.'
Quoth the queen, 'Since to high love's service thou turnest
both hand and heart, 165
Sweet son, let it not displease thee to take of my wealth a
part
That may serve thee upon thy journey; let thy chamberlain
take from me
Four chests, each a pack-horse burden, and heavy their weight
shall be.
And within, uncut, there lieth rich silk of Orient rare,
No man as yet hath cut it, and many a samite fair. 170
Sweet son, I prithee tell me what time thou wilt come again,
That my joy may wax the greater, and I look for thee not in
vain!'
'Nay, that I know not, Lady, nor the land that shall see my
face,
But wherever I take my journey, thou hast shown unto me such
grace
As befitteth knightly honour: and the king he hath dealt with
me 175
In such wise that grateful service his rewarding shall ever
be.
And this trust have I, O Lady, that for this thou wilt love
him more
Henceforward, whate'er the future yet keepeth for me in
store.'
And as the venture telleth, to the hand of this dauntless
knight,
Thro' the favour he won from a woman, and the working of true
love's might, 180
Came a token fair, and its value was full thousand marks, I
trow,
E'en to-day an a Jew were craving a pledge, he would deem
enow
Such jewel, and ne'er disdain it--'Twas sent by his lady
true,
And fame did he win in her service, and her love and her
greeting knew,
Yet seldom his pain found easing--Then the hero he took his
leave 185
Of mother, brother, and brother's kingdom, and many I ween
must grieve
Since his eyes never more beheld them. And all who his
friends had been,
Ere he passed from the land of his fathers, tho' the grace
were but small, I ween,
He gave them of thanks full measure; he deemed they too much
had done,
And, courteous, little thought him, that of right he their
love had won! 190
Straighter his heart than straightness; did one of his
praises speak
In a full and fitting measure, then doubt were not far to
seek,
But ask ye of those his neighbours, or of men who in distant
lands
Had seen his deeds, then the marvel ye were swifter to
understand.
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