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
Then the Duke spake, 'This shame, O lady! alone hast thou won
from me,
Thou dost call thyself _Queen_ no longer; tho' thy title
shall _Duchess_ be
Little good hath that bargain brought me--So bold shall my
manhood be, 365
That thy brother, King Lac's son Erec, for that cause beareth
hate to thee:
He is wise, and right well he knoweth that my fame so high
shall stand
That nothing shall stain mine honour, save at Prurein when
his right hand
In knightly joust once felled me, but that have I paid right
well,
In a joust at Karnant I smote him, and behind his steed he
fell, 370
And his pledge did he yield unto me,--thro' his shield I thy
token bare,
I thought not, my wife Jeschuté, with _another_ thy love to
share!'
'Thou mayst also well assure thee that the son of King
Gandein,
Proud Galoes, once lay lifeless before this arm of mine;
And thou thyself wast witness when the Knight Plihopleheri 375
Rode swift in a joust against me, nor his strife it hath
passed me by,
My spear from the saddle thrust him that his charger he sat
no more;
Yea, great was the fame that I won me by my prowess in days
of yore,
Many knights have I borne from their chargers,--yet it
profiteth not I ween,
Nor outweigheth the bitter shaming that thro' thee hath my
portion been!' 380
And with reason good do they hate me, those knights of the
Table Round,
Since eight of their bravest champions have I borne unto the
ground,
And many fair maidens saw it, when at Kanedig fierce we
fought
For the hawk; there was I the victor, and my hand fame to
thee hath brought
And that didst thou see with King Arthur--At his court doth
she dwell to-day, 385
My sister, sweet Kunnewaaré, and grave is her mien alway,
For her lips may not move to laughter till the day that her
eyes shall light
On him who of all shall be reckoned the fairest and bravest
knight.
Would he come unto me, that hero! Ah! then should a strife be
seen
As to-day in the early morning already my lot hath been. 390
I have fought, and a prince hath suffered, for joust he
toward me sped,
But my spear-point so sorely smote him that he lay there
before me, dead!'
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