made her way, For swiftly she came, and her head-gear was high and white, her face 725 With many a veil was shrouded, and her features no man might trace. Then with even pace and seemly she rode o'er the turf so green, And saddle and reins and trappings were costly enow I ween; And they let her within the circle--Now she who would tidings bring No fool was she, but wise maiden--So rode she around the ring, 730 And they showed her where sat King Arthur, nor her greeting should fail that day, In French was her speech, and in this wise the monarch she fain would pray; They should wreak not on her their vengeance for the words that she spake of yore, But hearken unto her message since welcome the news she bore. And the king and the queen she pleaded to give unto her their aid, 735 That she failed not to win from the hero the grace that she fain had prayed. Then to Parzival she turned her, since his place by the king's was found, And she stayed not, but down from her charger she sprang swiftly unto the ground, And with courteous mien, as beseemed her, fell low at the hero's feet, And, weeping, she prayed that in friendship her coming he now would greet, 740 And forget his wrath against her, and forgive her without a kiss. And they joined to her prayer their pleadings, King Arthur and Feirefis. Of a sooth Parzival must hate her, yet he hearkened to friendship's prayer, And of true heart and free forgave her--Tho' I say not the maid was fair, Yet methinks she was honour-worthy--Then swiftly she sprang upright, 745 And thanked those who had won her pardon for the wrong she had done the knight. Then she raised her hand to her head-gear, were it wimple or veil, no less Was it cast on the ground, and all men knew Kondrie, the sorceress. And they knew of the Grail the token and the badge that the maiden bare, And all men I ween must marvel--Her face it was e'en as fair 750 As man and maiden saw it when to Plimizöl's banks she came, Of her countenance have I told ye, and to-day was it still the same, And yellow her eyes as the topaz, long her teeth, and her lips in hue Were even as is a violet, that man seeth not _red_ but _blue_!