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
'One day as the king rode lonely, in search of some venture
high 795
(Sore trouble it brought upon us,) with love's payment for
victory,
For love's burden lay heavy on him, in a joust was he wounded
sore
With a poisoned spear, so that healing may be wrought on him
nevermore.
For thine uncle, the King Anfortas, he was smitten thro' the
thigh
By a heathen who with him battled, for he jousted right
skilfully. 800
He came from the land of Ethnisé, where forth from fair
Paradise
Flow the streams of the River Tigris, and he thought him,
that heathen wise,
He should win the Grail, and should hold It--On his spear had
he graven his name,
From afar sought he deeds of knighthood, over sea and land he
came.
The fame of the Grail drew him thither, and evil for us his
strife, 805
His hand joy hath driven from us and clouded with grief our
life!'
'But thine uncle had battled bravely and men praised his name
that day--
With the spear-shaft yet fast in his body he wended his
homeward way.
And weeping arose and wailing as he came once again to his
own,
And dead on the field lay his foeman, nor did we for his
death make moan!' 810
'When the king came, all pale and bloodless, and feeble of
strength and limb,
Then a leech stretched his hand to the spear-wound, and the
iron he found fast within,
With the hilt, wrought of reed, and hollow, and the twain
from the wound he drew.
Then I fell on my knees, and I vowed me to God, with a heart
so true,
That henceforward the pride of knighthood, and its fame,
would I know no more, 815
If but God would behold my brother and would succour his need
so sore.
Then flesh, wine, and bread I forswore there, and all food
that by blood might live,
That lust might no longer move me my life I to God would
give,
And I tell thee, O son of my sister, that the wailing arose
anew
When my weapons I put from off me and ungirded my sword so
true, 820
And they spake, 'Who shall guard our mysteries? who shall
watch o'er the wondrous Grail?'
And tears fell from the eyes of the maidens, but their
weeping might naught avail!
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