And tho' grey was the light of the morning, yet, as the host nearer drew, 215 Kiot saw the Dove on their armour, and the arms of the Grail he knew; And the old man sighed as he thought him of Schoysiané, his lovely bride, How he won her in bliss at Monsalväsch, and how she untimely died. Towards Parzival he stepped him, and he bade him a greeting fair; By a page he bade the queen's Marshal a lodging meet prepare 220 For the knights who had there drawn bridle--in sooth 'twas a gallant band-- Then to the queen's dressing-chamber he led Parzival by the hand, ('Twas a small tent made of buckram,) and there, in the waxing light, His harness they take from off him ere he pass to his lady's sight. And the queen she knew naught of his coming--her twin sons beside her lay, 225 Lohengrin and Kardeiss; and their father, methinks he was glad that day! There he found them slumbering sweetly, in a tent both high and wide, And many a lovely lady lay sleeping on either side. Then Kiot, he drew the covering from the queen, and he bade her wake, And look, and laugh, and be joyful, and her love to her arms to take; 230 And she looked up and saw her husband; and naught but her smock she bare, The covering she wrapt around her, and sprang swift on the carpet fair, Kondwiramur, the lovely lady--and Parzival held her tight, And they say that they kissed each other, the queen and her faithful knight. 'Thou joy of my heart! Good Fortune hath sent thee again to me,' 235 She quoth, and she bade him welcome, 'Now in sooth I should wrathful be, Yet have I no heart for anger! Ah! blest be the dawn and the day That this dear embrace hath brought me, which all sorrow must drive away. For now at last have I found thee, whom my heart hath desired so long, And grief in my heart is vanquished, and sighing is turned to song.' 240