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 this did he swear them freely--Then leave would the
princes pray 835
Who stood in the royal presence, and they wend from the hall
their way.
And tho' sorely the land was wasted, yet Gamuret scattered
free
Such royal gifts and goodly as if laden with gold each tree.
And costly I ween the presents that vassal and friend must
share
From the open hand of the hero; and the queen deemed it right
and fair. 840
Full many a bitter conflict had been fought ere the bridal
feast,
But peace had the foeman sealèd, and the land was from strife
released;
(Nor this song I myself have woven, but so was it told to me)
And Eisenhart did they bury with honours right royally.
To his grave did his kinsmen bear him, and the gold that his
lands might bring 845
In a whole year long, did they spend there, of their free
will they did this thing.
And Gamuret bade his kinsfolk his riches and lands to hold
And use as they would; tho' they craved not such boon from
the hero bold.
At dawn from before the fortress the foe would their camp
withdraw,
And those who were there departed; many litters with them
they bore. 850
And the field was left unsheltered, save for one tent so
great and fair,
And the king he bade his servants that tent to his vessel
bear.
And he said to his folk that to Assagog would he take it, and
yet I wot
He did with that speech deceive them, for Assagog saw him
not.
Now that proud and gallant hero, his heart gave him little
rest 855
Since he found there no deeds of knighthood, and gladness
forsook his breast;
Yet his dusky wife was dearer than e'en his own life might
be,
Ne'er knew he a truer lady whose heart was from falsehood
free,
She forgat not what 'seemed a woman, and with her as comrades
good
Went purity untarnished, and the ways of true womanhood. 860
He was born in Seville's fair city whom the knight would
hereafter pray,
When he grew of his sojourn weary, to sail with him far away;
For many a mile had he led him, and he brought him unto this
place,
And a Christian was he, the steersman, nor like to a Moor in
face.
And wisely he spake, 'Thou shalt hide it from them who a dark
skin bear, 865
Too swift is my barque for pursuing, from hence shall we
quickly fare!'
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