Then the heathen, he spake to the Christian, 'Believe me, Sir Knight, that ne'er Did I meet with a man so worthy the crown of such fame to bear As a knight in strife may win him--Now, I prithee, tell thou to me Thy name, and thy race, that my journey may here not unfruitful be! Quoth the son of fair Herzeleide, 'Thro' _fear_ shall I tell my name? 195 For thou askest of me such favour as a victor alone may claim!' Spake the heathen prince from Thasmé, 'Then that shame shall be mine, I ween, For first will I speak my title, and the name that mine own hath been; "Feirefis Angevin" all men call me, and such riches are mine, I trow, That the folk of full many a kingdom 'neath my sceptre as vassals bow!' 200 Then, e'en as the words were spoken, to the heathen quoth Parzival, 'How shall "_Angevin_" be thy title, since as heirdom to _me_ it fell, Anjou, with its folk and its castles, its lands and its cities fair? Nay, choose thee some other title, if thou, courteous, wouldst hear my prayer! If thro' thee I have lost my kingdom, and the fair town Béalzenan, 205 Then wrong hadst thou wrought upon me ere ever our strife began! If one of us twain is an Angevin then by birthright that one am I!-- And yet, of a truth, was it told me, that afar 'neath an Eastern sky, There dwelleth a dauntless hero, who, with courage and knightly skill, Such love and such fame hath won him that he ruleth them at his will. 210 And men say, he shall be my brother--and that all they who know his name Account him a knight most valiant, and he weareth the crown of fame!' In a little space he spake further, 'If, Sir Knight, I thy face might see, I should know if the truth were told me, if in sooth thou art kin to me. Sir Knight, wilt thou trust mine honour, then loosen thine helmet's band, 215 I will swear till once more thou arm thee to stay from all strife mine hand!