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
And love ne'er had failed the heathen, and his heart was for
combat fain,
For the love of Queen Sekundillé fresh honour he thought to
gain;
Tribalibot's land she gave him, and she was his shield in
strife--
So bravely he fought, how think ye that the Christian might
guard his life? 110
On love let his thoughts be steadfast, else sure is he here
undone,
And he hath from the hand of the heathen in this combat his
death-blow won.
O thou Grail, by thy lofty virtue such fate from thy knight
withhold!
Kondwiramur, thine husband in such deadly stress behold!
Here he standeth, of both the servant, in such danger and
peril sore 115
That as naught ye may count the ventures he hath dared for
your sake of yore!
Then on high flashed the sword of the heathen, and many such
blow had slain,
To his knee Parzival was beaten--Now see how they fought, the
twain,
If twain ye will still account them, yet in sooth shall they
be but one,
For my brother and I are one body, e'en as husband and wife
are one! 120
The heathen wrought woe to the Christian--Of Asbestos, I
ween, his shield,
That wondrous wood that never to flame or decay shall yield;
I' sooth, right well she loved him who gave him a gift so
fair,
Turquoise, Chrysoprase, Emerald, Ruby, rich jewels beyond
compare
Decked with shining lines its surface, on the boss shone a
precious stone, 125
Antrax, afar they call it, as Carbuncle it here is known.
And as token of love, for his guarding, Sekundillé the queen
would give
That wondrous beast, Ecidemon--in her favour he fain would
live,
And e'en as she willed he bare it, as his badge, did that
gallant knight--
Here with purity faith joined issue, and truth with high
truth would fight. 130
For love's sake upon the issue of this combat each risked his
life,
Each had pledged his hand to the winning of honour and fame
in strife;
And the Christian, in God he trusted since the day that he
rode away
From the hermit, whose faithful counsel had bidden him trust
alway
In Him who could turn his sorrow into bliss without thought
of bale-- 135
To Him should he pray for succour, whose succour should never
fail.
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