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
And he who the Burgers challenged his harness glowed red as
flame,
'The Nameless Knight' they called him for none knew from
whence he came;
And I tell it to ye as I heard it, to Meljanz he rode, this
knight, 735
But three days back, and the Burgers must mourn it in coming
fight
That he swore his aid to their foeman--Twelve squires unto
him he gave,
To serve him as meet in the jousting, and to follow to
onslaught brave.
And the spears their hand might proffer those spears he right
swiftly brake,
And clear rang his joust o'er the tumult, when he did as his
captives take 740
King Schirniel and his brother; nor he would from his pledge
release
The knight whom he here had vanquished, the Duke of
Marangliess.
And bravely they fought mid the foremost, and he vanquished
them as they stood,
Yet their folk still held them valiant tho' reft of their
leaders good.
And there fought the young King Meljanz, and all were they
friend or foe, 745
They owned greater deeds of valour a young knight might
seldom show;
By his hand were the strong shields cloven--Ah! the spears
that he brake in twain
As the forces together mingling dashed swift o'er the
battle-plain.
And his young heart for conflict lusted, and none gave him of
strife his fill.
And it vexed him sore, till Gawain would joust with him at
his will. 750
Then Gawain took a spear of Angram, that he won him at
Plimizöl,
And twelve were those spears--The war-cry of Meljanz was
'Barbigöl!'
Of his kingdom of Lys 'twas chief city--Gawain aimed his
joust so true,
And Oraste Gentesein taught sorrow to the king since it
pierced him thro'
That strong shaft of reed; his shield piercing, it brake in
his arm of might-- 755
And a fair joust again was ridden, and Gawain smote the King
in flight;
And the hinder bow of the saddle it brake, and those heroes
twain
They stood on their feet, and valiant, they battled with
swords amain.
'Twere more than enough such labour for two churls on the
threshing-floor,
And each one bare the sheaf of the other, and each smote the
other sore. 760
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