No choice was there for the Templars since the writing upon the Grail Had named unto them their ruler, and Parzival did they hail Their king and their lord henceforward; and I ween ye in vain would seek Would ye find two men as wealthy, if of riches I here may speak, 160 As Parzival and his brother, Feirefis Angevin-- And many a proffered service the host and his guest did win. I know not how many stages queen Kondwiramur had made On her journey towards Monsalväsch, nor, joyful, her steps delayed, For already the truth had been told her, and a messenger tidings bare, 165 And she knew that her grief was ended and her gladness had blossomed fair. And led by her uncle, Kiot, and by many a hero bold, Had she come unto Terre de Salväsch and the wood where they fought of old; Where in joust Segramor had fallen, and her lord did her likeness know In the threefold blood-drops mystic, on the white of the drifted snow. 170 And there should Parzival seek her, and tho' toilsome and rough the way Yet never a gladder journey had he ridden than he rode that day! Then a Templar tidings brought him, 'E'en as doth her rank beseem Full many a knight so courteous rideth hither beside the queen.' Then Parzival bethought him, with the knights of the Holy Grail 175 To Trevrezent did he ride first, and he told him the wondrous tale; From his heart was the hermit joyful that it thus with Anfortas stood, Nor death was his lot, but the question brought rest to the hero good. And he quoth, 'Yea, God's power is mighty--Who doth at His Council sit? Who hath known of His strength the limit? What Angel hath fathomed it? 180 God is Man, and the Word of His Father; God is Father at once and Son, And I wot thro' His Spirit's working may succour and aid be won!'