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
But Gawain with his toil was wearied, and he slept tho' the
sun was high,
And his wounds, with such skill they bound them, tho' his
love should beside him lie,
And he in his arms should hold her, he had gotten no hurt I
ween.
And sounder his daylight's slumber than his sleep of the
night had been 20
When his love had so sorely vexed him; he slept till the
vesper bell,
Yet still in his sleep he battled for the lady he loved so
well.
Then rich garments of fair silk fashioned, and heavy with
broidered gold,
Did the chamberlain bear unto him--Then out quoth the hero
bold,
'More robes such as these, and as costly, I ween, shalt thou
hither bear, 25
For Gowerzein's Duke shall need them, and Florand, the hero
fair,
For in many a land hath he battled, and hath won for him
glory's meed--
Now see that thou make them ready, and do my behest with
speed!'
Then he prayed, by a squire, the boatman send hither the
captive knight,
And Lischois did he send at his bidding by the hand of his
daughter bright. 30
And the maiden Bené brought him for the love that she bare
Gawain,
And the good that he vowed to her father that morn when she
wept amain,
And the knight he left her weeping, and rode on his toilsome
way--
And the highest prize of his manhood it fell to his lot that
day.
The Turkowit too had come there, and Gawain the twain did
greet 35
In all friendship, and then he prayed them beside him to take
their seat
Till their robes should be brought unto them; and costly they
needs must be,
For never was fairer raiment than the garb of those heroes
three.
For one lived of yore named Sarant, (a city doth bear his
name,)
From out of the land of Triande in the days that are gone he
came. 40
In the land of Queen Sekundillé stood a city so great and
fair,
(E'en Nineveh or Akraton with its glories might scarce
compare,)
And the city, men called it Thasmé; there Sarant won meed of
fame,
Since he wove there a silk with cunning, _Saranthasmé_ should
be its name.
Think ye it was fair to look on? How might it be otherwise, 45
For much gold must he give for the payment who would win to
him such a prize.
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