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
To this end had he well bethought him, and counsel wise had
ta'en,
And soon as his speech was ended, the Duchess, she spake
again, 840
And she said that her love Sir Gawain had conquered with
valiant hand,
And henceforth he of right was master alike of her life and
land.
And many a knight who hearkened he thought her speech ill to
hear,
For they fought for her love, and had broken in her service
full many a spear.
Gawain, and they who rode with him, Arnivé, and the Duchess
fair, 845
And many a lovely lady prayed leave of the monarch there.
And Parzival, he went with them--Sangivé and maid Kondrie
They rode hence, but with King Arthur she abode still, fair
Itonjé.
And the wedding feast that was holden was a feast beyond
compare;
And Guinevere took Itonjé, and her true love, within her
care, 850
The gallant king who with knighthood full many a prize had
won,
And for love and desire of Itonjé full many brave deeds had
done.
And many they sought their lodging who for love's sake must
sorrow sore;
And how that night they had feasted, of that will we think no
more--
But they who for love did service, who knew of true love the
might, 855
They would that the day was ended, for fairer they deemed the
night.
Then King Gramoflanz sent this message (he bethought him in
his pride)
To his men, who, before Rosche-Sabbins, lay camped by the
water-side.
They should spare nor pains nor labour, but their tents
should they strike straightway,
And hither, with all his army, should they hasten ere break
of day. 860
And his marshal here must seek him a fitting place and fair--
'Each prince by himself be encamped, and ye shall for myself
prepare
Such goodly state and royal as well shall beseem a king,
Nor spare ye the cost'--'Twas nightfall ere this word to the
host they bring.
And many a man must sorrow who had learnt from a woman woe,-- 865
Whose love to the winds is scattered, and who ne'er doth
rewarding know
For his service, to grief he speedeth, and naught shall his
steps delay,
Save only the help of a woman o'ertaketh him on his way.
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