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 further his host would tell him, 'One knight, he doth
never fail
To ride forth, a fair joust seeking. (If his service shall
nought avail
With her who hath sent him hither, what boots it how well he
fight?)
Proud Heuteger is the hero, of him may I speak with right 500
For since our besiegers threaten there dawneth never a day
But before the gates 'neath the castle, that knight doth his
charger stay.
And oft from that dauntless hero many tokens we needs must
bear,
That he smote through our shields at his spear-point, and
costly their worth and rare
When the squire from the shield doth break them. Many knights
'fore his joust must fall; 505
He would that all men may behold him, and our women they
praise him all.
And he who is praised of women, one knoweth that he doth hold
The prize in his hand, and his heart's joy in full measure
shall aye be told!'
But now would the sun, grown weary, its wandering rays
recall;
'Twas time that the ride was ended--Then he sought with his
host the hall, 510
And the evening meal was ready; and I needs of that feast
must tell,
'Twas laid in a fitting order, and knightly 'twas served, and
well.
And the queen with mien so stately she unto his table came,
(Here stood the fish, there the heron) and she counted it not
for shame
To ride adown from her palace, that herself she might be
aware 515
If they cared for the guest as 'twas fitting, and with her
rode her maidens fair.
Low she knelt (and but ill it pleased him) and cut as it
seemed her best
For the knight a fitting portion; she was glad in her goodly
guest.
And she filled for him the wine-cup, and care for his needs
would take,
And well did he mark, the hero, her mien, and the words she
spake. 520
And his fiddlers sat at the table, and over against the
knight
Was his chaplain: with shy looks shamefast, he spake to the
lady bright:
'I looked not to find such welcome as, Lady, thou gavest me,
Too much must I deem the honour! If rede I might give to
thee,
Then to-day I had claimed naught from thee save was due to my
worth alone, 525
Nor adown the hill hadst thou ridden, nor such service to me
hadst shown.
And, Lady, if I may venture to make unto thee request,
Let me live but as best befits me, thou dost honour o'ermuch
thy guest!'
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