Quoth Iwanet, 'These leather leggings fit not with the mailèd gear, 740 As a _knight_ shalt thou now be clothèd,' and the lad deemed it ill to hear; Quoth Parzival, 'What my mother aforetime hath given me That cometh not from my body, or for good or for ill it be!' And much did Iwanet marvel, for clever was he i' troth, Yet he followed perforce his bidding, nor waxed at his folly wroth. 745 And he drew above the leggings the hosen of shining mail, Nor the spurs with red gold in-wroughten should unto the harness fail, And of silk and gold the laces, nor leather might there be found. Ere he gave unto him the corslet he bound him with greaves around, And tho' o'er-long Parzival deemed it yet the time was swiftly sped, 750 Ere in knightly armour shining he clad him from foot to head. Then the lad would have ta'en his quiver, but Iwanet he spake out free, 'Nay, no javelin will I give thee, unknightly such arms shall be!' Then he girt the sharp sword around him, and he showed how to draw the blade, And he bade him ne'er fly in battle, nor in conflict to be dismayed. 755 Then nearer he led unto him the charger the dead knight rode, And 'twas tall and strong, yet the saddle the youth with one spring bestrode, He recked not the weight of his armour, and of stirrups had little need-- E'en to-day do men speak of his swiftness, and the fame of his mighty deeds. Nor o'er-much did Iwanet think it to teach him with fitting skill 760 To hold his shield and to guard him, while he wrought to his foeman ill; And a spear in his hand he gave him--But Parzival turned aside, 'Nay, nay, what good may that do me?' 'If a joust one with thee would ride Thou shalt on thy foeman break it, perchance drive it thro' his shield, If thou doest that oft, 'fore the maidens will they praise thee for well-fought field.' 765