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
As he stood there for combat ready, behold, in the morning
light,
Three knights rode into the clearing, in glittering armour
bright;
From head to foot were they armèd, each one on his gallant
steed,
And the lad as he saw their glory thought each one a god
indeed! 140
No longer he stood defiant, but knelt low upon his knee,
And cried, 'God, Who helpest all men, I pray Thee have
thought for me!'
Then wroth was the foremost rider as the lad barred his
further way,
And he spake out, 'This stupid _Waleis_ will hinder our work
to-day!'
(Now here would I give to the Waleis the fame we Bavarians
hold; 145
They are duller than e'en our people, yet manly in strife and
bold.
And in sooth were one born in both countries such marvel of
strength and skill
Would he hide in himself that I think me their fame he might
well fulfil!)
Then there rode swift with hanging bridle, in costly harness
dight,
With plumed and jewelled helmet another gallant knight; 150
Swiftly he came as thirsting to challenge in mortal fight
The foe who sped far before him, who had done him a sore
despite;
For two knights from out his kingdom a maiden had borne away,
And he held it a deed most shameful and one he must needs
repay;
For the maiden's sorrow grieved him, and fain would he ease
her pain: 155
(And the three knights who rode before him were part of his
warlike train.)
He rode a Spanish war-horse, and his shield had fierce
conflict seen,
And Karnachkarnanz did they call him (he was Ulterleg's count
I ween).
Then he cried to his knights, 'Why loiter? who barreth our
onward way?'
And straight on the lad did he ride there, who deemed him a
god alway, 160
For ne'er had he seen such glory; his harness shone fair with
dew,
And on either foot the stirrups with golden bells rang true.
And their length was e'en as fitting, and with bells did each
strong arm ring,
As he stirred himself, or his sword-blade in battle aloft
would swing.
And the hero was swift in seeking the guerdon of knightly
prize, 165
So he rode here, the prince, and had decked him in a fair and
wondrous wise.
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