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
From his horse sprang the gallant hero, Jeschuté she held his
rein;
Swift sprang the squires to aid them, and thronged close
around the twain,
And they spake, 'We will care for the horses,'--Orilus, on
the grass he laid
His shield so marred and splintered, and he asked of the
gracious maid 820
For whose sake he had ridden thither, and they showed him the
lady's seat,
Kunnewaaré she was of Lalande, and her mien for a maid was
meet.
Then, armed, he drew near unto them--King and queen bade him
welcome fair,
He thanked them, and to his sister his pledge was he fain to
swear,
But the maiden, right well she knew him by the golden
dragon's shine, 825
And she spake, 'Thou art sure my brother, Orilus, or
Lähelein,
And pledge will I take from neither, for both of ye aye were
fain
To render to me such service as I from your hands would gain.
I were dead to all truth and honour if I dealt with thee as a
foe,
My courtesy sure were shamèd by my own hand, and laid alow.' 830
Then the prince knelt before the maiden and he spake, 'Thou
the truth hath said,
I am Orilus thy brother; the Red Knight this oath hath laid
On me that my pledge I yield thee, for so must I buy my life,
Wilt thou take it, then have I done that which I sware after
bitter strife.'
Then his pledge, who had borne the dragon, in her white hand
the maid must take, 835
And she set him free, and he rose up, and thus to his sister
spake:
'Now to sorrow shall faith constrain me, alas! who hath
smitten thee?
The blows perforce must wound me--He who lusted thereto might
see,
If this were the hour for vengeance, that grief I with thee
must share;
And the bravest of men mourneth with me that ever a woman
bare, 840
He calleth himself the Red Knight--O king! he doth bid me
greet
Both thee and the queen thy lady, he doth offer ye service
meet,
As he fain would serve this my sister--His service ye will
repay,
If ye kindly entreat this maiden that her shaming be put
away.
And I, too, had fared far better at the hand of this
dauntless knight, 845
Had he known the maid for my sister, and her blows on my
heart must light.'
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