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
Now Kay, he hath earned fresh hatred from all who would there
abide,
Both knights and gentle ladies, by Plimizöl's flowing tide,
From Iofreit the son of Idöl, from Gawain, and the vanquished
king
Klamidé, of whose sore peril I of yore unto ye would sing. 850
And from many another hero whose names I right well had told,
But o'er-long would it be my story--So they thronged round
the hero bold,
And, courteous, he took their service--his wife would they
nearer bring,
She sat as yet on her palfrey, and they welcomed her, queen
and king.
Then the women they kissed each other, and thus spake the
king so true, 855
'Thy father, King Lac of Karnant, for a gallant man I knew,
For his sake I mourned thy sorrow when first men the tale did
bear,
Methinks that thy lord should have spared thee for the sake
of thy face so fair!
For the prize was thine at Kanedig thro' the light of thy
beauty's ray,
And the hawk didst thou win for thy fairness, on thine hand
did it ride away. 860
If Orilus wrong hath done me, yet I wished unto thee no ill,
And never I liked his judgment; and so doth it please me
still
To see thee restored to favour, and clad in these garments
fair,
As fitting thy state, O Lady! since woe thou o'er-long didst
bear.'
And she quoth, 'Now may God reward thee, O Sire! for these
words so true, 865
That thy fame may wax the higher, and may blossom and bloom
anew!'
Then Jeschuté and her husband, the twain, she took by the
hand,
And forth from the circle led them, the maiden of fair
Lalande.
And near to the royal pavilion, where a stream from the
meadow sprung,
Stood her tent on the plain, and above it a wingèd dragon
hung; 870
Half an apple it held in its clutches, and four ropes did it
draw on high,
E'en as if the tent it lifted, and aloft to the clouds would
fly.
And Orilus thereby knew it, for the self-same arms he bare,
And beneath it would they disarm him--Then his sister so true
and fair,
She gave him due care and honour, and the vassals, each one
they spake, 875
How the Red Knight's valour dauntless would Fame for its
comrade take.
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