'Thou son of high Pendragon, thyself, and thy Breton host, By thy deed hast thou shamed--From all lands the noblest that they might boast 630 Once sat here a gallant circle, but poisoned is now their fame, And thy Table Round dishonoured by traitor, and brought to shame. King Arthur, o'er all thy fellows, thy praises of old stood high, But it sinketh now, thy glory, and thy fame, that did swiftly fly, Henceforward goeth halting; thine honour doth seek the ground 635 Since it showeth stain of falsehood--The fame of thy Table Round It suffered for the friendship ye with Parzival did swear, Tho' I wot well the outward token of a spotless knight he bear. "The Red Knight" ye here do call him, the name of one who lay Dead before Nantes, yet I tell thee unlike in their life are they! 640 For no mouth hath read of a hero whose fame knew nor fault nor flaw, As his!' From the king she turned her, and did rein by the Waleis draw, And she quoth, 'Now sore shalt thou rue it, since I, for thy sake deny My greeting unto King Arthur, and the knights of his company. May thy fair face be dishonoured, and thy manhood I look on here. 645 Of forgiveness and joy were I merchant, in sooth shouldst thou buy them dear! And I deem thou art but a monster, and myself shall far fairer be! Speak, Sir Parzival, as I bid thee, and this riddle read thou to me, When thou sawest the fisher sit there, joyless, of comfort reft, Why didst thou not loose his sighing? Why was he in bondage left?' 650