From his heart was he glad, the heathen, of his brother's mighty fame, That so many a gallant hero 'neath his hand had been put to shame, And he deemed in his brother's honour he himself should have honour won, And with many a word he thanked him for the deeds that he there had done. Then Gawain bade his squires bear hither (yet e'en as he knew it not) 635 The costly gear of the heathen, and they held it was fair I wot. And knights alike and ladies, they looked on its decking rare, Corslet, and shield, and helmet, and the coat that was blazoned fair. Nor narrow nor wide the helmet--And a marvel great they thought The shine of the many jewels in the costly robe inwrought, 640 And no man I ween shall ask me the power that in each did dwell, The light alike and the heavy, for I skill not the tale to tell; Far better might they have told it, Heraclius or Hercules And the Grecian Alexander; and better methinks than these Pythagoras, the wise man, for skilled in the stars was he, 645 And so wise that no son of Adam I wot well might wiser be. Then the women they spake, 'What woman so e'er thus hath decked this knight If he be to her love unfaithful he hath done to his fame despite.' Yet some in such favour held him, they had been of his service fain-- Methinks the unwonted colour of his face did their fancy gain! 650 Then aside went the four, Gawain, Arthur, Gramoflanz, and Parzival, (And the women should care for the heathen, methinks it would please them well.) And Arthur willed ere the morrow a banquet, rich and fair, On the grassy plain before him they should without fail prepare, That Feirefis they might welcome as befitting so brave a guest. 655 'Now be ye in this task not slothful, but strive, as shall seem ye best, That henceforth he be one of our circle, of the Table Round, a knight.' And they spake, they would win that favour, if so be it should seem him right. Then Feirefis, the rich hero, he brotherhood with them sware; And they quaffed the cup of parting, and forth to their tents would fare. 660 And joy it came with the morning, if here I the truth may say, And many were glad at the dawning of a sweet and a welcome day.