'An easier way I'll show thee, to Brittany shalt thou ride, Kingron has gone before thee, there King Arthur he doth abide, To _him_ shalt thou bear my greeting, and bid him to mourn alway The shame I bare as my portion when I rode from his court away. 580 A maiden who smiled upon me for my sake was smitten sore-- Of all that in life e'er grieved me naught ever hath grieved me more! And that maid shalt thou tell of my sorrow; and thy pledge to her hand shalt yield, And do even as she shall bid thee--Or die here on this foughten field!' 'So, if here I must choose betwixt them, not long shall my choice delay,' 585 Spake the King of Brandigan swiftly, 'From hence will I ride straightway!' But his oath did he swear ere he parted whom pride had in peril brought. Then Parzival, the hero, for his wearied charger sought, And his foot touched nor horse nor stirrup as he light to the saddle sprung, And his steed the hewn shields' splinters around him in circles flung. 590 And the Burgers I ween were joyful--but their foemen were sad and sore, For flesh and bone were wearied, and sorrow of heart they bore. And they brought King Klamidé wounded to those who might give him aid, And the dead on the bier they bare them, and to rest in the grave they laid. From many a guest unwelcome the land at last was freed, 595 And the gallant King Klamidé to Löver he rode with speed.