Small good hath my coming done thee, thou hapless Anfortas!' 920 Nor longer the knight might linger, but part they must alway, So turned he unto King Arthur, and leave he fain would pray Of him, his knights, and ladies, with their favour would he depart, And none, I ween, but sorrowed that he rode hence sad at heart. Hand in hand King Arthur sware him, if henceforth his land should bear 925 Such woe as Klamidé brought him, then the shame he with him would share, And he spake that full sore it grieved him that crowns and kingdoms twain, With the riches that were their portion, Lähelein from the knight had ta'en. And service both true and faithful many sware unto him that day, Ere yet from the court of King Arthur, sorrow-driven, he passed away. 930 Then the fair maid Kunnewaaré, she took the hero bold, And hence by the hand she led him, and in this wise the tale is told, Sir Gawain he turned and kissed him, and he spake out in manly wise To the hero strong and gallant: 'Now thou ridest in warlike guise, And thy feet shall be swift to battle--God guide thee upon thy way, 935 And give me such strength to serve thee as my heart shall be fain alway.' But Parzival cried, 'Woe is me! Who is He, this mighty God? Had He power, then methinks our portion had ne'er been this shame abhorred! Small power shall be His! I served Him from the day I first knew His grace, Henceforth I renounce His service; doth He hate me, His hate I'll face! 940 And, friend, in thine hour of peril, as thy shield may a _wife's_ love stand, Dost thou know her for pure and holy, then the thought of her guide thine hand, And her love from all evil guard thee,--as I wish, may it be to thee, For little I wot of the future, if thy face I again may see!' And their parting it brought them sorrow, for comrades in ill were they. 945 With the maiden Kunnewaaré, to her tent must he take his way. And she bade them bring his harness; with her hands so soft and white, She bound the armour on him who had served her as faithful knight. And she spake, ''Tis my right to do this, since it is thro' thy deed alone That Brandigan's gallant monarch now claimeth me as his own. 950 For otherwise thy valour but bringeth me grief and pain, Art thou not against sorrow armèd, then thy loss shall outweigh my gain!'