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
And last of those maids a maiden, o'er the others was she the
queen, 185
So fair her face that they thought them 'twas the morning's
dawn, I ween!
And they saw her clad in raiment of Pfellel of Araby,
And she bare aloft on a cushion of verdant Achmardi
Root and blossom of Paradise garden, that thing which men
call 'The Grail,'
The crown of all earthly wishes, fair fulness that ne'er
shall fail! 190
Repanse de Schoie did they call her, in whose hands the Grail
might lie,
By the Grail Itself elected was she to this office high.
And they who would here do service, those maids must be pure
of heart,
And true in life, nor falsehood shall have in their dealings
part.
And lights both rare and costly before the Grail they bore 195
Six glasses tall, transparent--and wondrous balsam's store
Burnt within with a strange sweet perfume; with measured
steps they came,
And the queen bowed low with the maidens who bare the
balsam's flame.
Then this maiden free from falsehood, the Grail on the
Jacinth laid,
And Parzival looked upon her, and thought of the royal maid 200
Elect to such high office, whose mantle he needs must wear.
Then the seven courteous turned them to the eighteen maidens
fair,
And the noblest they placed in the centre, and twelve on
either side
They stood, but the crownèd maiden no beauty with hers had
vied!
And as many knights as were seated around that palace hall, 205
So to each four was there a server, with golden beaker tall,
And a page so fair to look on who bare a napkin white--
Riches enow, I trow me, had ye seen in the hall that night!
And they bare there a hundred tables, at each table four
knights would eat,
And swiftly they spread them over with coverings fair and
meet. 210
The host himself took water, and heavy at heart was he,
And Parzival, too, he washed him, for so should the custom
be.
A silken towel, bright coloured, a count's son would proffer
fair,
Swift to the guest he gat him, and knelt low before him
there.
And wherever there stood a table there four squires were
ready dight 215
To serve the four who sat there, and their service they knew
aright,
For twain would carve, low kneeling, and twain to the knights
would bear
Of food and drink as needful, and thus for their wants would
care.
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