Then Trevrezent quoth to his nephew, 'Greater marvel I ne'er may see Than that thou by thy wrath hast won blessing, and th' Eternal Trinity Hath given thee thy desiring! Yet aforetime in sooth I lied, 185 For I thought from the Grail to bring thee, and the truth I from thee would hide. Do thou for my sin give me pardon, henceforth I thy hand obey, O my king, and son of my sister!--Methinks that I once did say That the spirits cast forth from Heaven thereafter the Grail did tend By God's will, and besought His favour, till their penance at last did end. 190 But God to Himself is faithful, and ne'er doth He changing know, Nor to them whom I named as forgiven did He ever forgiveness show. For they who refuse His service, He Himself will, I ween, refuse, And I wot they are lost for ever, and that fate they themselves did choose. And I mourned for thy fruitless labour, for ne'er did the story stand 195 That the Grail might by man be conquered, and I fain had withheld thine hand; But with _thee_ hath the chance been other, and thy prize shall the highest be, But since God's Hand doth give It to thee, turn thine heart to humility.' Quoth Parzival to his uncle, 'I would see her I ne'er might see For well-nigh five years--When together we dwelt she was dear to me, 200 And no whit less dear shall she now be! Yet thy counsel I fain would hear So long as death fail to part us, thou didst help me in need so drear! Now I ride to my wife, since she cometh to meet me upon my way, By Plimizöl's banks doth she wait me, and leave I from thee would pray.' And the good man bade 'God speed him,' and he rode thro' the dusky night, 205 And his men knew the woodland pathways--In the early morning light He found that which brought him gladness; full many a tent stood fair, From out the kingdom of Brobarz many banners were planted there, With many a shield beneath them--there lay princes from out his land, And Parzival fain would ask them where the tent of the queen might stand? 210 If her camp lay apart from the others? Then they showed him where she should be, And a goodly ring around her of tents did the hero see. And Duke Kiot of Katelangen, he had risen ere dawn of day, And he looked on the band of riders who came by the woodland way.