Then he quoth, 'Nay, I asked no question!' 'Alas I' cried the mournful maid, 'That ever mine eyes have seen thee, who to question wast sore afraid! Such marvels they there have shown thee, yet no word might they win from thee, 495 When thou sawest the Grail, and those maidens who serve It, from falsehood free, Fair Garschiloie, and yet fairer Repanse de Schoie the queen. Thou hast seen the knives of silver, thou the bleeding spear hast seen-- Alas! wherefore hast thou sought me? Dishonoured, accurst art thou Who bearest wolf's fang empoisoned! And deep in thine heart I trow 500 Is it rooted, the plant of falsehood, and afresh doth it ever spring! Thou shouldst have had pity on him, Anfortas, their host and king, And have asked of his bitter sorrow, on whom God hath a wonder sped, Now thou livest, and yet I tell thee to bliss art thou henceforth dead!' Then he spake, 'Nay, gentle cousin, show kindness to me I pray, 505 If in aught I have sinned, repentance my sin sure shall put away!' 'Little good may repentance do thee,' quoth the maiden, 'for well I know That thy knightly fame and honour at Monsalväsch were laid alow. And never a further answer or word shalt thou win from me.' Then Parzival turned his bridle and left her right mournfully. 510 That his lips were so slow to question when he sat by the mournful king, To the heart of the gallant hero must sorrow and rueing bring; And thus thro' his heavy trouble, and the heat of the summer's day, Great sweat-drops stood on his forehead as he rode on his lonely way. For the sake of the air he loosened his helmet and visor band, 515 And his face shone fair thro' the iron-rust as he carried them in his hand.