Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 2 of 2)Wolfram, von Eschenbach
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Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 2 of 2)
Wolfram, von Eschenbach
Perceval (Legendary character) -- Romances
Then they parted for both would ride thence, Vergulacht and
the knight Gawain,
Tho' both for the Grail were seeking yet apart would they
ride, those twain.
And many a joust must they ride now, for he who the Grail
would see
Sword in hand must he draw anigh it, and swift must his
seeking be!
Now all that befell to Gawain, the lot of that blameless
knight 15
Since he rode forth from fair Schamfanzon, if he oft on his
way must fight,
Ye shall ask of those who there saw him, since naught may I
tell ye here,
Yet hearken, and heed the story and the venture that draweth
near.
One morning Gawain rode gaily o'er a grassy plain and green,
When a shield, in the sun fair shining, with lance-thrust
pierced thro' was seen, 20
And a charger stood beside it that bare women's riding-gear,
And the bridle and aye the housing were of costly stuff and
dear--
And the charger and shield beside it were bound to a linden
tree.
Then he thought, 'Who shall be this woman? for valiant I ween
is she,
Since she beareth a shield so knightly--If she thinketh with
me to fight, 25
How, then, may I best withstand her? Were it better to here
alight?
If too long she wrestle with me perchance I were overthrown,
If hatred or love I shall win here I will fight her on foot
alone;
Yea, e'en an she were Kamilla, who before Laurentium fought--
Did she live still to battle with me, as awhile she for
honour sought, 30
I would face her, nor fear her prowess, if here she my foe
would be,
Tho' ne'er with a maid have I foughten and the chance seemeth
ill to me!'
Battle-hewn was the shield and dinted, as Gawain right well
espied
The nearer he rode unto it, and pierced with a lance-thrust
wide.
Such token by joust is painted, little payment his skill
should know 35
Whose hand erst the shield had fashioned an he thought him to
paint it so!
By the trunk of the mighty linden sat a maid on the grass so
green,
And sore did she weep and bewail her, and joyless, I wot, her
mien.
Then around the tree rode Gawain, and lo! on her knee she
bore
A knight, and she wept above him, and grieved with a sorrow
sore. 40
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