And the strength of his love, and his sorrow, turned him pale where he erst was light-- Kondwiramur, she had found a rival in this maiden's beauty bright-- 390 In her love-meshes did she hold him, Feirefis, the noble guest, And the love that he erst had cherished he cast it from out his breast. What recked he of Sekundillé, her love, and her land so fair, Since she wrought on him woe so bitter, this maiden beyond compare? Klauditté, and Sekundillé, Olympia, and many more, 395 Who in distant lands had repaid him with love for his deeds of yore, What cared he now for their kindness? It seemed but a worthless thing To Gamuret's son, the heathen, great Zassamank's noble king! Then he saw, the fair Anfortas, his comrade in pain so sore, (For the spots in his skin waxed pallid, and heavy the heart he bore,) 400 And he spake, 'Sir Knight, it doth grieve me if thou dost for my sister mourn, No man for her sake hath sorrowed since the day that the maid was born. No knight for her joust hath ridden; to none doth she favour show; But with me did she dwell at Monsalväsch, and hath shared in my bitter woe, And it somewhat hath dimmed her beauty, since she seldom hath joyful been-- 405 Thy brother is son to her sister, he may help thee in this I ween.'