Yet Beaucorps he prayed him straitly--then out spake the stranger knight, 795 'A man whom I ne'er have heard of now lusteth with me to fight! I spake not of _him_, and no evil, methinks, hath he done to me. Strong, gallant, and fair to look on, and faithful and rich is he, And well might he be my hostage, yet against _him_ no wrath I bear-- My lord and my kinsman was he for whose death I this strife declare, 800 And brothers twain were our fathers, as comrades and kinsmen true; And were he a crownèd monarch against whom my sword I drew, By my birth might I give him battle, and vengeance of right demand, Of a royal race, and a princely, was I born in a distant land. And Askalon is my country, I am Landgrave of Schamfanzon, 805 Kingrimursel do they call me; if Gawain's fame be not outrun No otherwise may he free him, but conflict with me must dare. Yet safe-conduct throughout my kingdom, from all save my hand, I swear, In peace may he ride, and safety, to the field where I vengeance claim; God keep in His grace those I leave here, save one, and ye know _his_ name!' 810 So passed he, the gallant hero, from the plain of Plimizöl, And e'en as his name was namèd, all men knew Kingrimursel, For the fame of this knight so valiant was known thro' the far lands wide, And it seemèd them well that to Gawain might ill thro' this strife betide When they thought of the strength and the manhood of this knight who rode swift away. 815 And many must sorely vex them that no honour he won that day; Yet full often a message cometh, I myself shall such venture know, Of such wise, that the guest who bears it, of his host must ungreeted go! From Kondrie they heard the tidings of Parzival's name and kin, How a queen, she had been his mother, and his sire was an Angevin. 820 And they spake--''Twas at fair Kanvoleis, and the story we know full well, He served her with deeds of knighthood, and many a joust befell, And there by his dauntless manhood he won him that lady bright; And the noble Queen Anflisé, she taught him, that gallant knight, Such courtesy as befitted a hero of lineage high; 825 And no Breton but shall rejoice him, that his son now draweth nigh, For of him, e'en as of his father, may this tale of a truth be told That honour is his yoke-fellow, as she was of his sire of old.'