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 he thought, 'Gurnemanz he bade me, in truth, without
thought of guile,
To withhold my lips from question--If here I abide awhile
Methinks it will then befall me as aforetime in Graharz land, 245
They will tell me, without my question, how here with this
folk it stands.'
Then e'en as he sat thus musing came a squire who a sword did
bear,
And its sheath was a thousand marks' worth, and its hilt was
a ruby rare,
And the blade, it might well work wonders--Then the host gave
it to the knight,
And he spake, 'I full oft have borne it in many a deadly
fight 250
Ere God's Hand thus sorely smote me; now with this shalt thou
be repaid
If aught hath in care been lacking--Henceforth shalt thou
bear this blade
Whatever chance befall thee, and when thou its power hast
tried
Thou wilt know thou art fully armèd, whatever strife betide.'
Ah! woe to the guest that asked not, I am sorrowful for his
sake, 255
When his hand clasped the sword 'twas a token that his
silence he well might break.
For the host too my heart is heavy, thus tortured by nameless
woe,
And a question therefrom had freed him, yet to question his
guest was slow.
But now the feast was ended, who the vessels hither bore
Again to their task they turn them, and they bear them forth
once more. 260
The cars again they circle; each maid to her task was fain
From last to first; the noblest she turned to the Grail
again,
To host and guest all-courteous the queen and her maidens
bend,
What they brought they once more would bear forth thro' the
door at the high hall's end.
And Parzival he gazed after, and lo! thro' the open door 265
Within an outer chamber, on a folding couch he saw
The fairest of old men ancient whom ever his eyes had seen,
Grey was he as mists of morning--Nor o'er rash is the tale, I
ween,
Who he was shalt thou know hereafter, when a fitting time
shall be,
The host, his Burg, and his kingdom, yea, all will I name to
ye, 270
And all shall be clear and in order, no halting my tale shall
know;
Methinks that I then shall show ye the bowstring without the
bow.
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