Then he sprang to his feet, the chaplain of Anflisé the wise and fair, And he quoth, 'Nay, my queen doth claim him, at her will to this land I fare. For his love hath she sent me hither, for his love she afar doth pine, 455 And her love layeth claim upon him and _hers_ shall he be, not _thine_. O'er all women I ween doth she love him: here as messengers hath she sent Three princes, lads free from falsehood; and the one is hight Lazident Of noble birth from Greenland, and in Kärlingen doth he dwell, And his own hath he made the language; and the second his name I'll tell, 460 Liodarz he, a count his father, and Schyolarz was he hight. And who was the third? Will ye hearken, his kinship I'll tell aright: Belleflur she hath been his mother, Pansamur was his father's name, Liahturteltart they called him, of the race of the fays he came. Then they ran all three before him, and they spake, 'Wouldst thy fortune prove? 465 (The queen of France doth proffer the chance of a worthy love.) Thou shalt play the game, and never a pledge shall be asked from thee, Nor thy joy be to sorrow forfeit, as it waxeth still fair and free!' Then e'en while they spake their errand Kailet he had ta'en his seat 'Neath a fold of the royal mantle, and she spake to him low and sweet, 470 'Now say, hath worse harm befallen? Methinks I the wounds have seen?' In that same hour his wounds and bruises she sought out, the gracious queen, With her white hands so small and shapely, which their wisdom from God must win, And sore was he cut and wounded on nose and on cheek and chin. He had won for his wife the cousin of the queen who such honour fair 475 Would show him, herself would she tend him, and her hands for his hurts should care. Then e'en as courtesy bade her she spake unto Gamuret, 'The fair queen of France, it seemeth, her heart upon thee hath set; Now honour in me all women, and give what I here may claim, Go not till men judge betwixt us, else thou leavest me here to shame.' 480 This he sware unto her, the hero, and leave she from him would crave, And she passed thence, and then King Kailet, that monarch so true and brave, He lifted her to her saddle; and he turned him about once more And came into the pavilion, where his kinsman and friends he saw.