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 now it was fully noontide, and the knight in his tent
abode;
Then the king of Zassamank heard this, that o'er all the
field they rode,
'O'er the length and the breadth they gallop, and in knightly
order fight.' 165
And thither he rode, the hero, with many a banner bright;
But he rode not in search of conflict, at his leisure he
thought to see
What was done by one side and the other of fair deeds of
chivalry.
On the plain did they spread his carpet, where the knights in
strife would close,
And the shriek of the wounded horses o'er all the tumult
rose. 170
The squires stood round in a circle mid the clash of the
ringing steel,
And the heroes for fair fame battled, and the swords sang for
woe or weal.
There was sound as of splintered spear-shafts, but none need
to question, Where?
And his walls were of meeting foemen, by knightly hands
builded fair.
And so near was I ween the jousting that the maids from the
hall above 175
Might look on the toil of the heroes--But sorrow the queen
did move
Since the king of Zassamank did naught, nor mingled him in
the fight,
And she quoth, 'Ah! why came he hither? I had deemed him a
gallant knight!'
(Now the King of France, whose fair wife brought Gamuret
sorrow sore
When he fought for her sake, lay lifeless, and the queen
sought the wide world o'er 180
To know if from heathen countries he had come to his land
again.
'Twas love's power to the search that drove her, for love did
her heart constrain.)
And many brave deeds were done there of many a poor man bold,
Who yet for the highest strove not, which the queen for their
prize had told,
Herself and her two fair kingdoms,--they thought not such
prize to gain, 185
But they battled for other booty, tho' their hearts were for
payment fain.
Now clad was Gamuret's body in the harness whereby his wife
Might bring to her mind forgiveness, and the ending of bitter
strife.
The Scotch King Friedebrand sent it, as a gift, to repay the
woe
That with conflict he heaped upon her, nor shall earth of its
fellow know. 190
Then he looked well upon the diamond--'twas a helmet, thereon
they bound
An anchor, and jewels so precious were within its setting
found;
Nor small were the stones, but costly, and the weight it was
none too light
Of that helmet, and yet he bare it, and decked was the guest
for fight
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