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
Now hear ye what chanced unto him; he came at the close of
day
To a water fair, and upon it many boats at anchor lay,
And the fishers were lords of the water; to the shore did
they lie so near
That e'en as they saw him riding his question they well might
hear. 20
And one he saw in a vessel all clad in such royal pride
Scarce richer had been his vesture were he lord of the world
so wide;
Of peacock's plumes his head-gear--Then the knight to the
Fisher spake
And he prayed him for knighthood's bidding, and he prayed him
for God's dear sake,
To help him unto a shelter where he might thro' the night
hours rest. 25
And the Fisher sad he answered in this wise the stranger
guest;
And he quoth, 'Nay, Sir Knight, I know not for full thirty
miles around,
By land alike or water, where dwelling may yet be found
Save one house, I would bid thee seek it, for it lieth in
sooth anear,
Thro' the livelong day wert thou riding none other thou
findest here. 30
Ride there to the high cliff's ending, then turn thee to thy
right hand
Until to the moat thou comest, and thy charger perforce must
stand;
Then bid thou the castle warder to let the drawbridge fall
And open to thee the portals, then ride thou unto the hall.'
Then he did as the Fisher bade him, and leave would he
courteous pray, 35
But he quoth, 'I myself will thine host be, an thou fail not
to find the way,
Be thy thanks then as is our tendance--As thou ridest around
the hill
Have a care lest the wood mislead thee, such mischance would
but please me ill.'
Then Parzival turned his bridle, and gaily he took his way,
Nor missed he the path till before him the moat of the castle
lay; 40
And the drawbridge was raised, and the fortress it lacked not
for strength I trow,
As a turner with skill had wrought them stood the turrets in
goodly row.
But with wings, or on winds of heaven uplifted, might ye have
won
To that Burg, an a foeman stormed it little harm he methinks
had done.
And so strong were the towers and the palace that its folk
they had held the hall 45
And mocked at the foe, if all armies thirty years long beset
the wall.
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