New strength did he win, the Christian, and he thought, none too soon, I ween, 165 On his love so true and faithful, on Kondwiramur, his queen, How he won his wife at the sword's point, when sparks from the helm did spring 'Neath the mighty blows he dealt him, Klamidé, the warrior king. 'Tabronit! and Thasmé!' and above them rung clear his battle-cry, 'Pelrapär!' as aloud he cried it to his aid did his true love fly, 170 O'er kingdoms four she sought him, and her love gave him strength anew, And lo! from the shield of the heathen the costly splinters flew, Each one a hundred marks' worth--and the sword so strong and keen That Ither of Gaheviess bare first brake sheer on the helmet's sheen, And the stranger, so rich and valiant, he stumbled, and sought his knee-- 175 For God, He no longer willed it that Parzival lord should be Of this weapon of which in his folly he had robbed a gallant knight-- Then up sprang afresh the heathen who ne'er before fell in fight, Not yet is the combat ended, and the issue for both shall stand In the power of the God of battles, and their life lieth in His hand! 180 And a gallant knight was the heathen, and he spake out, right courteously, (Tho' the tongue was the tongue of a heathen yet in fair French his speech should be,) 'Now I see well, thou gallant hero, thou hast no sword wherewith to fight, And the fame shall be small I win me if I fight with an unarmed knight, But rest thee awhile from conflict, and tell me who thou shalt be, 185 For the fame that so long I cherished it surely had fallen to thee Had the blow not thy sword-blade shattered--Now, let peace be betwixt us twain, And our wearied limbs will we rest here ere we get us to strife again.' Then down on the grass they sat them, and courteous and brave were they, Nor too young nor too old for battle--fit foemen they were that day! 190