Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 2 of 2)Wolfram, von Eschenbach
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Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 2 of 2)
Wolfram, von Eschenbach
Perceval (Legendary character) -- Romances
Whatever they set before them no lack had they there of meat, 305
And courteous was their service, and with joy all the folk
did eat.
But Itonjé, she looked on Bené, and she read in her eyes the
tale
Of the tears she had wept but lately, and for sorrow her
cheeks grew pale,
And nothing she ate, for she thought still, 'Now wherefore
doth Bené weep?
For I sent her but now to the monarch who my heart doth his
captive keep, 310
And for whose sake I grieve me sorely--Have I done aught to
vex my knight?
Doth he think to renounce my service and no more for my love
to fight?
If, with steadfast heart and manly, he thinketh on me no
more,
Poor maid, I must die of sorrow, and the love that to him I
bore!'
The noontide hour was over ere the feast had ended here, 315
Then hither rode King Arthur, and his queen, fair Guinevere,
With a host of knights and ladies, to where, within their
sight,
Mid the band of gracious maidens sat that true and valiant
knight;
And to Parzival such greeting and such welcome fair they gave
That from many sweet lips sweet kisses he won, that hero
brave! 320
And Arthur would do him honour, and with many a gracious word
He thanked him for the valour that had spread his name
abroad,
And the fame that had waxed so goodly, and that stood so high
and fair,
That of right o'er all men living the crown of worth he bare.
Quoth the Waleis unto King Arthur, 'Yet Sire, when I saw thee
last 325
My honour so sore was wounded that it well-nigh to earth was
cast;
And in knighthood I paid such forfeit that of knighthood was
I forlorn--
But now have I hearkened to thee, and if thou be not forsworn
Then honour still dwelleth with me, tho' my heart it misgives
me sore!
I would trust in thy word right gladly--But what of these
knights who swore 330
True friendship and brotherhood with me, and from whom I must
part in shame?'
Then all with one voice they spake there--He had won for
himself such fame
And had wrought such brave deeds of knighthood in many a
distant land,
That his fame o'er the fame of all others did high and
unspotted stand.
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