And this hath the venture told me,--Not in Maestricht, or e'en Cologne Might a painter so fair a picture as this lad and his steed have shown. Then straightway he spake to Iwanet, 'My friend and companion dear, The boon that I asked have I won me, of that art thou witness here. My service bear thou to the city, to Arthur the noble king, 770 And mourn unto him my shaming--This cup thou again shalt bring, And tell him a knight hath wronged me, since he smote that maiden fair Who looked, and who laughed upon me, and grief for her grief I bear. Nor hath it but lightly touched me, it hath pierced to my inmost heart This maid's woe all undeservèd--Now do thou in her shame have part 775 Thro' the friendship that thou hast shown me! God keep thee in peace alway, And watch o'er us twain, for I think me no longer I here may stay!' And Ither the prince of Gaheviess on the plain had he lifeless left, E'en in death was he fair to look on who was thus of fair life bereft. If in joust by a spear-thrust pierced he thro' knighthood his death must gain 780 Who had mourned for the grief and the marvel? By a javelin he here was slain. Then Iwanet he strewed above him a covering of blossoms bright, And he smote the shaft of the javelin in the ground by the fallen knight, And that lad so true and faithful, he pierced with the crimson blade A bough of wood, and in this wise a cross o'er the dead man made. 785 Then he gat him again to the city, and the heavy tidings told; And from many a trembling woman, and from many a hero bold Rose the wail of love and of sorrow; and the dead would they fetch in state, And the Host they bare before her, as the queen passed the city gate.