Brandelidelein, he sat him by the queen, fair Guinevere, And King Gramoflanz, he was seated by the maid, who with many a tear Had dimmed the glow of her beauty; 'twas for his sake she wept so sore, 755 Nor might he take vengeance on her, since guiltless this woe she bore. But softly he spake unto her, and he vowed to her service true, And she thanked him for this his coming, and their hearts toward each other flew, And further no word they spake there, but they gazed in each other's eyes, And their yea and their nay would I tell here, were I but in Love's language wise. 760 To Brandelidelein quoth Arthur, 'Methinks thou enow hast told Thy tale in the ears of my lady!' Then he led forth the hero bold, To a little tent he led him, apart on the grassy field; Yet Gramoflanz came not with them, but, e'en as King Arthur willed, He abode in the tent with his comrades, and so fair were the ladies bright, 765 That I deem well to look upon them but little would vex a knight And fair was their joy and their pastime, 'twould please many a man, I trow, Who to-day, after peril ended, would joy for his sorrow know. Then wine to the queen and her ladies and to many a knight they bare, And, methinks, an enow they tasted, their faces waxed fresh and fair. 770 To Brandelidelein and King Arthur the cup-bearers wine must bring; As they passed from the tent in this wise quoth Arthur, the goodly king: 'Sir King, say, the conflict ended, if the strife in such wise have run That the king, the son of thy sister, shall have slain my sister's son, Yet would woo my niece, the maiden who maketh to him her moan 775 But now, as they sit together and their love for each other own; If she do as shall best beseem her, she will favour him never more, But will give him for payment hatred as shall vex the king full sore If her love he yet desireth--for where love is o'ercome by hate Then joy from true hearts is banished, and desire doth with sorrow mate!' 780