Parzival: A Knightly Epic (vol. 2 of 2) — John Shaqi
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 a squire, the host's son, must bear there soft cushions,
a goodly store, 755
And along the wall he laid them, and over against the door.
And a carpet he spread before them that Gawain he might seat
him there;
And as one who knew well his office a cushion so rich he
bare,
With a covering of crimson sendal, that down on the couch he
laid;
And a seat like unto the other for the host he beside it
made. 760
Came another squire and he carried fresh linen the board to
spread,
(For thus gave the host commandment,) and he bare with the
linen bread.
And the hostess she followed after, and she looked well upon
Gawain,
And she gave him a heartfelt greeting, and she spake, 'Now
such grace we gain
From thine hand we are rich henceforward as we never have
been before, 765
Sir Knight, sure our good luck waketh since such fortune it
hither bore!'
Then when they had brought him water, and the host sat beside
his guest,
With courteous mien Sir Gawain this prayer to his host
addrest,
'Now I pray let this maid eat with me,' 'Sir Knight, ne'er
was she allowed
To sit with knights, or eat with them, lest she wax of their
grace too proud. 770
And yet so much do we owe thee, loth were I to say thee nay.
So, daughter, sit thou beside him, and as he shall speak
obey!'
Then she blushed for shame all rosy, yet she did as her
father bade,
And down on the couch by Gawain sat Bené the gracious maid.
(And two stalwart sons had the boatman beside that maiden
sweet) 775
Three game-birds, I ween, that even were slain by the falcon
fleet,
And all three did they bear unto Gawain, and a broth with
herbs beside,
And the maiden she courteous served him as she sat by the
hero's side;
For she carved for him dainty morsels, and laid them on bread
so white
With her slender hands, and gently she spake to the stranger
knight, 780
'Wilt thou send a bird to my mother? for else hath she none,
I ween.'
Then gladly he told the maiden his will e'en as hers had been
In this thing as in all other--to the hostess the bird they
bare,
And they honoured the hand of the hero, nor the boatman his
thanks would spare.
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