'And two other sisters had I, Schoisianè she was one; She bare a child--Woe is me, her death thro' this birth she won! Duke Kiot of Katelangen was her husband, and since that day 765 All wordly joy and honour he putteth from him away. Siguné, their little daughter, was left to thy mother's care: And sorrow for Schoisianè in my heart do I ever bear! So true was her heart and faithful, an ark 'gainst the flood of sin. A maiden, my other sister, her pure life doth honour win, 770 For the Grail she ever tendeth--Repanse de Schoie, her name, Tho' none from Its place may move It whose heart showeth taint of shame, In _her_ hands is It light as a feather--And brother unto us twain Is Anfortas, by right of heirship he king o'er the Grail doth reign; And he knoweth not joy, but sorrow, yet one hope I ween is his, 775 That his pain shall at last be turnèd to delight and to endless bliss. And wondrous the tale of his sorrow, as, nephew, I'll tell to thee, And if true be thine heart and faithful his grief shall thy sorrow be!' 'When he died, Frimutel, our father, they chose them his eldest son As Lord of the Grail and Its knighthood, thus Anfortas his kingdom won, 780 And of riches and crown was he worthy, and we were but children still-- When he came to the years of manhood, when love joyeth to work her will On the heart, and his lips were fringèd with the down of early youth, Frau Minne laid stress upon him who for torment hath little ruth. But if love the Grail King seeketh other than he find writ, 785 'Tis a sin, and in sorrow and sighing full sore shall he pay for it!' 'And my lord and brother chose him a lady for service fair, Noble and true he deemed her, I say not what name she bare; Well he fought in that lady's honour, and cowardice from him fled, And his hand many a shield-rim shattered, by love's fire was he venture led. 790 So high stood his fame that no hero in knightly lands afar Could he brook to be thought his equal, so mighty his deeds of war, And his battle-cry was "Amor," yet it seemeth unto me Not all too well such cry suiteth with a life of humility.'