And Parzival too was ready--his charger in onward flight 'Gainst Orilus of Lalande bare swiftly the gallant knight; And he saw on his shield a dragon, yea, e'en as it were alive, And another upon the helmet fast bounden did upward strive. 610 And many small golden dragons on surcoat and robe he bare, Enriched with many a jewel, and with red eyes of ruby fair. From afar would they make their onslaught, these dauntless heroes twain, No need to renounce their friendship, nor thro' kinship from strife refrain, Aloft flew the spears in splinters--Methinks I might vaunt me well 615 If I such a joust had witnessed as here in this wood befell! Thus they rode at swiftest gallop not one joust alone, I ween, And Jeschuté at heart bare witness fairer jousting she ne'er had seen; So she stood, and her hands she wrung them, this lady of joy bereft, Nor harm did she wish to either, that one should be lifeless left. 620 In sweat were they bathed, the chargers, and the knights they strove for fame, And sparks sprang bright from the sword-blades, and forth from the helm flashed flame, And the blows fell fierce and mighty, and far flashed the light of strife, None were better than they in battle, and they met here for death or life, And tho' willing and swift the chargers that the heroes would here bestride, 625 They forgot not their spurs, and their sword-blades bright-glancing they deftly plied. And Parzival won him honour, for here hath he rightly shown How before a hundred dragons one man well might hold his own.