Then Arthur, the king of the Bretons, took many a lady bright, 725 One hundred, both wife and maiden, who were lovely in all men's sight, In a tent apart he set them--Nor might her lot fairer be, Itonjé, who sat beside them, since her king there she thought to see. And ever her heart was joyful, and yet in her soft eyes' glow Ye might see that the gentle maiden thro' love must sore sorrow know. 730 And many a knight and hero sat there, yet among them all No face was so fair to look on as the fair face of Parzival. To the tent-door up rode the monarch, and Gramoflanz, he ware For garment a robe of wonder, in Gampfassâsch wroughten fair. 'Twas a rick silk, all gold embroidered, and woven with golden thread, 735 And a shimmer of light from his vesture afar round the monarch spread. Then they who had hither ridden adown from their steeds they spring, And the squires, they press them forward to the tent before their king, And the chamberlains vie with each other, and they make thro' the court a way To the throne where the queen of the Bretons in her glory sat that day. 740 Brandelidelein, his uncle, before the monarch went, And the twain, Guinevere she kissed them, and bade welcome within her tent. And Count Bernard, and Affinamus a kiss from her lips must take-- Then to Gramoflanz Arthur turned him, and thus to the king he spake, 'Ere thou takest thy seat, bethink thee; if thou dost a maiden love, 745 And thou seest her here, thou mayst kiss her, nor will I such kiss reprove!' It had told him which was his lady, the letter he read but now In the open field, and that letter, 'twas her brother's face I trow! The brother of her who from all men had hidden her love so true-- And Gramoflanz' eyes beheld her, and straightway his love he knew, 750 And his heart swelled high within him--Since Arthur had willed their bliss, And had bid him in men's sight greet her, on her sweet lips the maid he kissed.