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
'Now give to mine hand the bridle, for there 'neath the rocky
wall
Thy steed shall abide in safety, and we, ere the night shall
fall, 440
Will gather of bough and herbage, since no better food may
be,
Yet I trust that both thou and thy charger fare not all too
ill with me!'
But Parzival deemed that surely 'twas unfitting a hermit old
Should thus lead his steed, and the bridle he would fain from
his hand withhold,
'Now courtesy sure forbids thee to strive 'gainst thine
host's good-will, 445
Let not haste from the right path lead thee, but follow my
counsel still.'
In this wise spake the old man kindly, as he bade him, so did
the knight,
And the charger he led 'neath the hillside where but seldom
did sun-rays light.
In sooth 'twas a wondrous stable where the hermit the steed
would stall,
And thro' it, from heights o'erhanging, foamed ever a
water-fall. 450
The snow lay beneath our hero, no weakling was he, I ween,
Else the frost and the cold of his harness o'er-much for his
strength had been.
To a cavern the hermit led him where no breath of wind might
blow,
And a fire of coals had warmed it, and burned with a ruddy
glow.
And here might the guest refresh him by the fire and a
taper's light, 455
(Well strewn was the ground with fuel,) then swiftly the
gallant knight
Laid from off him his heavy armour, and warmed his limbs so
cold,
And his skin in the light glowed ruddy, and his face might
the host behold.
He might well be of wandering weary, for never a trodden way
Nor a roof save the stars of heaven had he known for many a
day. 460
In the daylight the wood had he ridden, and his couch, it had
been the ground:
'Twas well that he here a shelter, and a kindly host had
found!
Then his host cast a robe around him, and he took him by his
right hand,
And he led him into a cavern where his Missal did open stand.
And as fitted the Holy Season the Altar was stripped and
bare; 465
And the shrine--Parzival must know it, 'twas the spot where
he once did swear
With true hand, true oath and faithful, that ended Jeschuté's
woe,
And turnèd her tears to laughter, and taught her fresh joy to
know!
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