What peril is this I tell of? If ye will, I the woe will name, Or too early perchance the telling? Swift-foot Orgelusé came, 20 And straight to the heart of the hero hath she taken her silent way, That heart that hath ne'er known trembling, that courage hath ruled alway. And how came it so stately lady might hide in so small a space? For narrow I ween was the pathway that led to her resting-place. And all sorrow he knew aforetime was as nought to this bitter woe, 25 And a low wall it was that hid her when his heart did her presence know In whose service he never faltered, but was watchful as he was true. Nor find ye here food for laughter, that one who ne'er terror knew, A hero so brave in battle, should yield to a woman's hand. Alas! woe is me for the marvel that no man may understand! 30 And Frau Minne she waxeth wrathful 'gainst him who the prize hath won, Yet dauntless and brave hath she found him, and shall find him, till life be done. Who harm on a wounded foeman shall work doth his honour stain, Yet in strength 'gainst his will did Love bind him, and it turnèd to him for gain. Frau Minne, wouldst have men praise thee? Then this will I say to thee, 35 This strife shall be not to thine honour, since sore wounded Gawain shall be. And ever throughout his life-days has he lived as thou didst command, And he followed in this his father, and the men of his mother's land. For they yielded thee loyal service since the days Mazadan was king, Who Terre-de-la-Schoie from Fay-Morgan in thy service did gallant bring. 40 And this do men tell of his children, no man from his fealty fell. And Ither of Gaheviess bare it, thy badge, and he served thee well; And never in woman's presence did one speak of the hero's name But their hearts yearned in love towards him, and they spake it, nor thought it shame, How then when they looked upon him? Then the tale first was told aright! 45 Frau Minne, a faithful servant didst thou lose in that gallant knight!