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 he quoth, 'Is it long since thou camest? Had I of thy
coming known
Fain would I have asked a question, perchance thou the truth
hadst shown:
Yestreen and again this morning fair ladies have looked on me
From a mighty tower, of thy goodness now tell me who may they
be?'
But the maiden she shrunk in terror, and she cried, 'Ask me
not, Sir Knight, 35
Since ne'er may I give an answer--I prithee to hear aright,
If I knew, yet I might not tell thee, nor do thou my silence
chide,
But ask thou what else shall please thee and my lips naught
from thee shall hide,
But on this thing alone keep silence, and follow thou what I
say!'
But Gawain, he would ever ask her, and ever an answer pray, 40
What ladies were they who sat there, and looked from that
stately hall?
And the maiden she wept full sorely, and aloud in her grief
did call.
'Twas yet in the early dawning, and her father he sought her
side,
Nor I deem me had he been wrathful if here did such chance
betide
That Gawain with the maid had striven, and had forced her
unto his will, 45
And the maiden, so fair and gentle, in such wise did she hold
her still,
For beside the couch was she seated--Then her father he
mildly spake,
'Now weep not so sore, my daughter, for if one a jest doth
make
Whereof thou at first art wrathful, yet I ween ere the time
be long,
Shall thy sorrow be changed to gladness, and thy wailing to
joyful song!' 50
Quoth Gawain, 'Nay, mine host, naught hath chanced here save
that which thine eye may see;
This maiden I fain would question, but naught would she tell
to me,
For she thinketh, 'tis my undoing, and silence hath she
implored:
But now if it shall not vex thee let my service here find
reward,
And tell me, mine host, if it please thee, how it stands with
those ladies there, 55
For I know not the place or the country where I looked on
such maidens fair,
So many there are, and their raiment showeth clear to my
wondering sight!'
Then the host wrung his hands for sorrow, and he spake, 'Ask
me not, Sir Knight,
In the name of God, ask no question--For wherever thy foot
shall speed,
Or whatever thine eyes shall light on, no need shall be like
their need!' 60
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