And some of the folk yet abode there--and Feirefis fain had known, In the self-same hour, the tidings of whither the host had flown; For each one had sought his country, and the road that full well he knew-- King Arthur to Camelot journeyed with many a hero true-- 580 Then he of Tribalibot hastened, and his army he sought once more, For his ships lay yet in the haven, and they grieved for their lord full sore And his coming brought joy and courage to many a hero bold-- The Burg-grave and his knights from Karkobra he rewarded with gifts and gold-- And strange news did they tell unto Kondrie, for messengers sought the host, 585 Sekundillé was dead; with the tidings they many a sea had crossed. Then first in her distant journey did Répanse de Schoie find joy, And in India's realm hereafter did she bear to the king a boy; And _Prester John_ they called him, and he won to himself such fame That henceforward all kings of his country were known by no other name. 590 And Feirefis sent a writing thro' the kingdoms whose crown he bore, And the Christian Faith was honoured as it never had been of yore. (And Tribalibot was that country which as _India_ here we know.) Then Feirefis spake to Kondrie, and he bade her his brother show (Who reigneth in far Monsalväsch) what had chanced unto him, the king, 595 And the death of Queen Sekundillé--and the tidings the maid did bring; And Anfortas was glad and joyful to think that his sister fair, Without or strife or conflict, the crown of those lands might bear. Now aright have ye heard the story of the children of Frimutel, Five they were, and three are living, and death unto two befell. 600 And the one was Schoysiané, who was pure in the sight of God, And the other was Herzeleide, and falsehood her soul abhorred; And the sword and the life of knighthood, Trevrezent, he had laid them down For the love of God, and His service, and the hope of a deathless crown. And the gallant knight, Anfortas, pure heart and strong hand he bore, 605 And well for the Grail he jousted, but for women he fought no more. And Lohengrin grew to manhood, and cowardice from him flew, And his heart yearned for deeds of knighthood, to the Grail he did service true.