And heavy and hot his harness--Then Gramoflanz quoth again, 'In sooth must I grieve for thy sorrow, since my hand wrought it not, Gawain; 220 If to-morrow again thou comest, and wilt meet me upon this field, Then gladly will I await thee, and will face thee with spear and shield. _Now_ as lief would I fight with a woman as with thee, who art brought so low, For how shall I win me honour if strength shall have failed my foe? Go, rest thee to-day, for 'tis needful, and then wouldst thou take the place 225 Of thy father, King Lot, I am ready to meet thee here, face to face.' But Parzival stood unwearied, nor as yet a sign he bare Of pallor, nor strength had failed him, and he faced the monarch fair, And he loosed from his head the helmet, that the king his face might see, And he spake, 'Sir, if this my cousin in aught shall have wrongèd thee 230 Then take _me_ as his pledge, unwearied, as thou seest, is yet mine hand, And the wrath thou dost bear against him I may well with my sword withstand.' Then spake the King of Rosche Sabbins, 'Sir Knight, at the morrow's morn For my garland he payeth tribute, and its fame shall anew be born, Or to such a pass shall he bring me that shame shall my portion be-- 235 Thou mayst otherwise be a hero, but this conflict is not for _thee_!' In wrath spake the lips of Bené, 'Fie on thee! thou faithless hound, Thro' him whom thy false heart hateth thine heart hath its freedom found. She to whom thou wouldst do love-service, she liveth at his command, Thyself hast renounced the victory which else might have crowned thine hand. 240 Thou hast no claim on Love's rewarding, and if ever within thine heart Love had for awhile her dwelling with falsehood she bare a part!' As thus she waxed full wrathful, Gramoflanz led the maid aside, And quoth,'Now, Lady, grieve not, this strife must needs betide. But stay thou here with thy master, and say to his sister sweet 245 That I am in truth her servant, in all that a knight finds meet.'