Then the Duke took the ring, and the blood-stains he wiped from his lips away, And he kissed her, his heart's best treasure--And a covering she won straightway; The ring he placed on her finger, with his surcoat her shame would hide, Tho' hewn by the hand of hero, of rich silk was it fashioned wide. But seldom in coat emblazoned mine eyes have a woman seen, 745 And this one was marred in combat. No war-cry was hers, I ween, That should summon the knights to Tourney, and never a spear she brake Whatever her garb--In Tourney far better the part they'ld take, Lambekein, methinks, and the good squire, if together they thought to fight-- But now was the lady pardoned, and her sorrow had taken flight. 750 Quoth Orilus, 'Now, thou hero, the oath thou didst freely swear, Great joy and small grief hath brought me; tho' shaming I needs must bear, Yet gladness therefrom I win me--In all honour I will repay This lady true for her sorrow when I put her in shame away. And since all alone I left her she was guiltless did aught betide; 755 Yet so did she speak of thy beauty, methought there was more beside. But now may God reward thee, thou hast shown her from falsehood free, I have done her a wrong--Thro' the young wood have I ridden in search of thee Afar from Briziljan's forest.' Then Parzival took the spear, Wild Taurian, Dodine's brother, erewhile had he left it here. 760 Now say where the heroes rested, or how they would pass the night-- Helmet and shield had suffered, they were shattered and hewn in fight. Then Parzival to the lady, and her husband, a farewell bade; The Duke to his hearth would bid him, 'twas in vain howsoe'er he prayed.