From Karid?l and his kingdom, King Arthur had ridden away.
And now the venture telleth, on his own and on stranger ground
For eight days long had they ridden, nor yet had the Red Knight2 found.
For in truth ’twas for him they were seeking, to honour his hand were fain,5
From sorrow had he released them, who had erst Prince Ither slain3;
And Klamidé the king, and Kingron, in a welcome hour had sent
To the court of the Breton Monarch5: for on this was King Arthur bent6,
He would make him one of his circle, a knight of the Table Round,
No labour too great he counted, so the hero at last he found!10
Thus o’er mountain and vale they sought him—All who knightly7 shield might bear,
King Arthur now called around him, and in this wise he bade them swear:
What deeds so e’er of knighthood they should see, by this their oath,
They should on no conflict venture, but faithful still keep their troth,
As they sware unto him, their monarch, and fight but as he thereto15
Should give them leave—He spake thus, ‘Now, ’tis well! Since we needs must go
Thro’ many a stranger country, where many a stranger spear,
And many a gallant9 hero are waiting us, I fear,
If ye, like hounds untrainèd whose leash10 shall have slipped the hand
Of him who was late their master, shall roam free o’er all the land,20
Much evil might there befall ye, and such chance should but please me ill,
And by this your oath, I think me, such rashness I best may still.
Be ye sure and need ariseth, your king ne’er will say you Nay11,
Till then, as I here command ye, ride peaceful upon your way.’
Now the oath, ye shall well have heard it—Now hear ye how Parzival,25
The Waleis, rode near unto them: thro’ the night did the snow-flakes fall,
Light they fell, yet lay thickly on him, yet if well I the tale may know,
And the singer aright hath sung it, it was never the time of snow;
For whate’er men have sung or spoken of King Arthur, at Whitsuntide,
Or when May-blossoms deck the meadow, these marvels15 did aye betide.30
For sweetly the springtide bloometh, and many a garb16, I ween,
Shall it bear this song of my singing, tho’ snow-clad it now be seen.
The falconers from Karid?l, as the shadows of evening fell,
Rode, hawking18, by Plimiz?l’s waters, when an evil chance befell,
For the best of their hawks19 flew from them, nor stooped to the lure20 again,35
But all night in the dusky shadows of the woodland it did remain.
With Parzival it sheltered; to the twain was the woodland way
A road unknown, sharp the frost stung, in the far east uprose the day,
And, lo! all around the hero, the snow-flakes lay thick and white:
Thro’ the forest paths untrodden, in ever waxing light,40
Rode our hero by hedge or thicket21, by rock and by fallen tree,
Till clear grew the shadowy woodland, and its depths he well might see,
And a mighty22 tree of the forest had fallen where he would ride,
(The falcon17 yet followed after) ‘mid4 its clustering boughs24 he spied
A flock of wild-geese from the Northland, their hissing25 he first had heard,45
Swift swooped26 the falcon upon them and struck to the earth a bird:
And scarce might it fly the clutches of its foe27, and fresh shelter take
‘Neath the shade of the fallen branches; in its flight from the wounds there brake
Three blood-drops, all glowing crimson28, and fell on the spotless snow,
As Parzival’s eyes beheld29 them, swift sorrow his heart must know!50
Now hear ye his love so loyal—As he looked on these blood-drops bright,
That stained with a stain of crimson the snow-flakes that lay so white,
He thought, ‘Say what hand hath painted these colours that here I see?
Kondwiramur, I think well, these tints30 sure shall liken thee!
And white snow and blood-drops crimson, do ever thy likeness31 share,55
For this favour I praise God’s working, and the world he hath wrought32 so fair!
For in this wise I read the vision,—in this snow that so spotless lies,
‘Gainst the blood-drops, that ruddy-gleaming, glow crimson beneath mine eyes,
I find ever thy face so gracious, my lady, Kondwiramur,
Red as blood-drops and white as the snowdrift, it rejoiceth me evermore!’60
Then her sweet face arose before him, in that night she first sought his side,
When on each cheek a tear-drop glistened33, and a third to her chin did glide34.
And so true was his love and steadfast36, little recked he of aught around,
But wrapped round in love and longing37, saw naught38 but the blood-stained ground.
Frau Minne with force constrained39 him, as here on his wife he thought,65
And by magic of colours mystic, a spell on his senses wrought.
So held he him still, as sleeping—Would ye know who found him there?
The squire40 of fair Kunnewaaré would forth41 unto Lalande fare,
And as on his way he journeyed, by the woodland green he saw
A helmet all battle-dinted, and a shield which yet traces bore70
Of many a bitter conflict that was foughten for lady fair;
And a knight there abode42 in armour43, and his lance he aloft did bear
As one who here patient waited the joust44 that he fain would ride.
The squire swiftly turned his bridle45 and back to the camp he hied.
Yet in sooth had he seen the stranger, and his lady’s champion known,75
He had ne’er been so swift to decry46 him, nor had wished he were overthrown48,
Nor e’en as he were an outlaw49, set the heroes upon his track:
The squire he of queen unfaithful, small wonder he knighthood lacked!
And in this wise he called upon them, ‘Fie! Fie! on ye, coward knights50!
Hold ye not Gawain for a marvel14? Have ye not in a hundred fights80
Won honour and fame as heroes, who fight for a hero king?
Know now that ye stand dishonoured52, and broken your goodly ring!’
Ah! then there arose a clamour, and none but was fain to know
Of the deed of knightly prowess, that should shame their honour so.
When they heard how but one knight dared them, that but one knight a foe did wait,85
Then sorely they mourned the promise that they sware to their king of late.
Then Knight Segramor sprang swiftly from amid the angry throng53,
He ran, for in sooth he walked not, and ever his heart did long
To be in the midst of conflict, where conflict might chance to be,
An they failèd with cords to bind54 him, in the thick of the fight was he!90
And nowhere the Rhine’s swift waters may flow so strong and wide,
Tho’ the stream should run swift between them, an men fought on the further side,
He stayed not to test the waters, if the current be hot or cold,
But straightway the stream he breasted, as fitted a swimmer bold!
Swift-foot to the tent of the monarch, the eager youth he sped,95
For the day was but yet in its dawning, and the king he lay yet abed.
Then straight thro’ the lists he hied him, and he gat him thro’ the door,
And the covering all of sable55, with hasty hand he tore
From the twain who lay warm beneath it, and slumbered56 a slumber57 deep,
Yet his haste moved them but to laughter, tho’ he waked them from out their sleep!100
And loudly he cried on his cousin—‘Queen, Lady, Guinevere,
Since the world knoweth well our kinship, thou must do me this service here,
Speak thou for me to thine husband, and pray thou of him this grace,
Since a knightly venture nears us, my lot first the foe to face!’
Yet Arthur spake, ‘Now bethink thee of the oath thou didst swear to me,105
In all things my will to follow, nor rashly to venture thee;
For if thou a joust now ridest, hereafter shall many a knight
Crave58 leave at mine hand to ride forth, and seek for fame in fight,
And ’twere ill thus our force to weaken, for know thou that near at hand,
Anfortas of Monsalv?sch with a mighty host doth stand.110
This wood of his he guardeth, and since we but little know
Where he and his force shall hold them, such chance well might work us woe59!’
Yet Guinevere wrought so wisely Segramor was well-nigh fain
To die of joy, from King Arthur, his lady this grace did gain.
And on fame and honour only was the gallant youth intent,115
Nor for gold had he sold the venture on which his heart was bent.
Now the hero young and beardless, well armed his steed bestrode,
And over the fresh young greensward his charger at full speed rode;
And the bushes were bent beneath him, and the golden bells rang clear
On trapping alike and armour; and I deem well an need were here120
To seek for the magic pheasant mid thicket and thorny60 brake,
He who fain this knight had followed, the bells for his guide might take!
Thus rashly rode the hero, to him whom Frau Minne’s spell
Fast fettered61 in magic fetters62, and no blow at the first there fell,
For the peace by his word was broken—There held fast by threefold might,125
And the power of red blood-drops threefold stood ever the stranger knight.
(Yea, well I myself have known this, how Frau Minne with power may hold,
And holding, the senses scatter63, and with passion of grief untold65
Shall fill the heart to o’erflowing—’Twas a woman who wrought this ill,
And vanquished66, she doth condemn68 me, and refuseth me comfort still.130
Thus draweth she guilt69 upon her, for the sin shall be hers, I ween,
And afar must I fly from the presence, that of old time my joy hath been.)
Thus Segramor quoth unto him, ‘Now it seemeth but ill to me
That thus near our army lieth, and our presence rejoiceth thee!
And thou holdest his fame too lightly, whom with pride we may hail our king,135
And ’tis meet thou for this do penance,—or the death-chime for me shall ring!
Thus armed, all too near thou ridest; yet first would I courteous70 pray
That thou yield thee at this my bidding, or my wrong will I here repay,
And my blow shall be swift, and thy falling shall scatter these snow-flakes white!
And I call on thee here to yield thee, ere I put thee to shame, Sir Knight!’140
Yet Parzival still kept silence—for Frau Minne, so fair and young,
In a sorer conflict held him—Then his steed Segramor swung
Aside, as for jousting71 ready, round wheeled him the war-horse good
On whose back the gallant hero yet sate72 in mystic mood,
And ever he gazed on the blood-drops; as his charger turned him round145
Awhile from his eyes they vanished, and fame in their stead he found!
For swift as the blood-drops crimson thus passed from his dazzled sight,
He hearkened the voice of the foeman, and braced73 him anew for fight.
Then as Segramor rode against him, Parzival sought afresh the spear
That he found by the woodland chapel74, with blazon75 of colours clear;150
For tough was the shaft76, and he gripped it, and he held the point full low,
As his foeman dashed fair against him, his shield rang with the ringing blow.
Then he spurred him anew to the onslaught, and the joust he so well repaid,
That the knight in his golden armour was low in the snowdrift laid!
Yet still was the spear unsplintered, tho’ it bare him from off his horse;155
And Parzival still kept silence, and he wheeled him upon his course,
And his eyes sought once more the blood-drops, and e’en as they met his sight
Frau Minne with fetters bound him, and held him in cords of might,
And he spake never word, nor question, but gazed ever upon the ground,
And, dreaming, he lost the knowledge which he for a space had found!160
But affrighted, the gallant charger had fled back into its stall,
And its rider arose, little comfort might he find, though he soft might fall!
Outstretched had he lain in the snowdrift, in such wise e’en as men shall go
To rest, yet but ill he sleepeth, who sleepeth on couch of snow!
And such bed had sorrow brought me! for he to whom ill betides165
Hath but mocking for his bedfellow, but the lucky doth God’s hand guide.
So near was King Arthur’s army, that right well might Parzival
Be seen of all men, and the wonders, and the conflict that then befell.
The victor by Love was vanquished, by Love that in days of old
Did the king of all kings the wisest, King Solomon, captive hold!170
Short space, then, ere back to the army once more Knight Segramor came,
An with praise or with blame they should greet him, he counted it still the same.
And sharp words he flung among them, with mocking tongue and bold,
Tho’ vanquished, yet not dishonoured, must they ever the hero hold!
And he quoth, ‘Have ye never heard this, that strife77 bringeth loss as gain?175
And never a joust, I wot me, but the victor doth one remain,
While one aye shall be the vanquished: The best ship in storm may sink,
And I wot that ye ne’er have heard me to speak, for I ne’er did think,
An he knew of my shield the blazon, he had faced me not as a foe!
Much evil, in sooth, hath he wrought me, and yet doth he wait below180
All those who would ride against him, for he seemeth for conflict fain,
An a knight should in joust o’erthrow him, such chance might he count for gain.’
Then straightway unto King Arthur Sir Kay did the tidings bring,
How his knight, Segramor, had fallen, and his victor, without their ring,
A young knight, for jousting ready, yet waited with ill intent—185
‘Nay, I think an this stranger warrior78 of so many unpunished went,
A burden both sore and shameful79 on our honour such lack would lay;
Now, my king, an thou hold me worthy80, do thou grant me this grace, I pray,
I would ride hence to ask his meaning, who thus in the presence fair
Of our Queen Guinevere and her maidens82 his lance-point aloft doth bear;190
But if thou shouldst this boon83 refuse me, then know, not another hour
I abide84 here as this thy servant; for I hold that the knightly power
And the fair fame of thy Round Table are stainèd if we delay
To arm ourselves ‘gainst the stranger who dareth our strength to-day!
Now, I prithee, give leave to fight him—For tho’ blind and deaf were we,195
Yet ’tis time that we should defend us’—‘As thou willest, so let it be!’
Then swift did the seneschal arm him, and I ween in fierce anger’s fire
A woodland he fain had wasted ‘gainst the foe, who with strong desire
And love was thus sorely burdened; for Frau Minne a magic spell
Had wrought with the snow-flakes spotless, and the blood-drops that crimson fell.200
And his knighthood he sorely shamèd, who thought here to work him harm,
Since he faileth true Love to honour, who denieth of Love the charm.
Frau Minne, say, why dost thou make glad the souls that mourn
With bliss85 that too swiftly fleeting86, but leaveth them more forlorn?
And how canst thou, Frau Minne, true worth and knightly fame,205
And manly87 strength and courage, thus vanquish67 and put to shame?
For the least is to thee as the greatest, and the earth shall no hero boast,
Who thinketh to scorn thine empire, but he learneth unto his cost
That thou canst, an thou wilt88, o’erthrow him; yea, all men thy power obey,
For thy sceptre we own as mighty, and wide as the world its sway.210
Yet this one thing it doth thee honour, tho’ thou rulest all else but ill,
Joy maketh her dwelling89 with thee, and for this would I praise thee still!
Frau Minne, alas90! of old time full false were thy ways, I ween,
Nor hast thou thy dealings mended, nor to-day hast thou truer been,
Thou hast many a maiden81 shamèd, who love forbidden sought;215
Thro’ thy dealings, upon the vassal92, his lord hath sorrow brought;
And the friend shall false and faithless to the friend of his bosom93 prove,
And the servant betray his master; such deeds do but shame thee, Love!
And I would that it were far from thee, the body to yield to lust23,
In such wise that the soul ashamèd is stricken with sorrow’s thrust,220
And that with force compelling, the young thou makest old,
Though their years but few be counted, this must we for treason hold!
Such speech, I ween, beseems not the man who in serving thee
Hath comfort found! If succour thine hand ever brought to me,
I had been less slow to praise thee, but sorrow and loss alone225
Hast thou counted to me as guerdon, and such glamour95 thine art hath thrown
O’er mine eyes, that, methinks, henceforward I trust thee never more,
Though small profit it brought unto thee, the bitter grief I bore!
And yet too high above me art thou, that whate’er my wrong,
I should e’en as a fool upbraid96 thee with bitter words and strong:230
For thy spear too sharply pierces, and scarce may we bear the weight,
Thou layest at will upon us—Methinks he who sang of late,
‘Neath a tree, of thy mystic dealings, and thy wondrous97 ways of old,
Had better done had he told us how we thy grace might hold!
(Heinrich of Veldeck was he, and he taught us, I ween, right well235
Of the winning of Love, of its guarding, alas! he failed to tell.)
For oft one thro’ folly98 loses the prize that he late did win;
Yea, to me hath such fate befallen, yet Frau Minne, thine was the sin!
Since all wisdom shall be thy portion, since against thee nor spear, nor shield,
Nor charger, nor guarded fortress99 their vaunted power can wield,240
I know not what shall withstand thee, nor on earth, nor on the sea!
He who feareth to face thy conflict, say whither shall he flee?
’Twas thy mystic power, Frau Minne, that dealt thus with Parzival,
And reft him awhile of knowledge, and wrought with him as a fool.
For fair was the queen and gracious who reigned101 in far Pelrap?r,245
And she thought on her lord and husband, and she made thee her message bear.
And for this cause Kardeiss her brother, hast thou for thy payment slair,
And since thou such tribute askest, ’tis well that I ne’er have ta’en
From thine hand aught of good, since in such wise thou dost for thy debtors102 care—
This I spake for the sake of all men—List ye now how Sir Kay did fare:250
Now he rode forth in knightly armour to the strife that he sore did crave,
And Gamuret’s son, right willing, to his wish fulfilment gave.
And wherever fair maids compelling, their voices uplift in prayer,
And the grace they shall ask be granted, let them pray here for his welfare,
Since it was thro’ a woman’s beauty, that the spell of a woman wrought255
Love’s magic, of senses robbed him—Then his charger to halt Kay brought;
And he spake to the gallant Waleis, ‘Sir Knight, since thou thus our king
Hast shamed, thou shalt hear my counsel, for wisdom perchance ’twill bring;
Thou shalt hang thee a hempen103 halter around thy neck straightway,
For so may I lightly lead thee, and take thou with me thy way.260
Nor think thou, thou canst escape me, but with me unto my lord
Shalt thou go, as befits a captive, else worse may be thy reward!’
By love constrained, the Waleis nor word nor answer spoke12,
Kay gripped his spear-shaft tightly and he smote104 with a mighty stroke
On the hero’s head, till the helmet rang loudly beneath his hand;265
And he quoth, ‘Now will I awake thee! Dost think here to take thy stand,
And standing105 sleep unsheeted? Nay, other shalt thou fare,
Low on the snow I’ll lay thee! The ass64 that is wont106 to bear
The sack from the mill would rue35 it, did one smite107 him in such wise,
As here I think now to smite thee, and thy sloth108 and thy sleep chastise109!’270
Frau Minne, now bethink thee, for sore this shameth thee,
For an one should wrong a peasant, in this wise his speech will be,
‘My lord will sure repay thee!’ Vengeance110 from thee he’ld seek
Methinks, this gallant Waleis, an thou wouldst let him speak!
Now let him from out thy circle, and loose him from thy ban,275
This stranger guest shalt prove him, a true and valiant111 man!
Swift rode Sir Kay unto him, and he turned his bridle round,
And no more his longing glances their joy and their sorrow found,
The white snow and blood-drops crimson, that mystic likeness bare
To the queen of his love and his longing, the Lady of Pelrap?r;280
He knew all that passed around him—His charger Sir Kay addrest
To jousting, he spurred him onward112, and his spear he laid in rest.
In the joust, that which Kay had aimed at he smote, for his spear did pierce
The Waleis’ shield, yet swift payment was his, for in onslaught fierce
The seneschal of King Arthur fell prone113 on the fallen tree,285
Where the geese erewhile had hid them, and hurt full sore was he,
And dead lay his gallant charger—”Twixt a stone and the saddle-bow,
Right arm, and left leg had he broken—so mighty his overthrow47
That all that had decked his charger, girths, saddle, bells of gold,
By the force of the fall were shattered, thus the stranger his payment told,290
And with one blow, for twain repaid him—the one that erst for his sake,
A maiden had borne and the other, which he from Kay’s hand must take.
Thus he who knew naught of falsehood was guided of truth to know
Her message in blood-drops threefold, on the white of the drifted snow.
’Twas tear-drops, not blood, that he saw there, and well might his senses fail,295
And the thoughts of his heart wax heavy, as he mused114 on the wondrous Grail,
And sorely the semblance115 grieved him that spake of his wife and queen.
Yet tho’ o’er the twain he sorrowed, the greater woe, I ween,
Was the woe that Frau Minne wrought him, for there liveth not heart so strong,
But longing and love united break its power, ere the time be long.300
Count we here those twain as ventures? Nay, ’twere better methinks to hold,
That they were naught but pain and sorrow, that vanquished the hero bold.
Now ye unto whom I tell this, I rede ye to mourn Kay’s woe,
For full oft as his manhood bade him, he many a strife did know.
And in many a land they speak thus, that Kay, Arthur’s seneschal,305
Was a firebrand, hell-born, yet I wot well far other the tale I’ld tell.
From reproach would I gladly free him, tho’ few but should say me nay,
Yet a gallant man and a worthy, I swear was this knight, Sir Kay.
And my mouth to this truth beareth witness, and more would I tell to thee;
Unto Arthur’s Court came strangers in many a company,310
And their manners and ways were diverse, nor all there might honour claim,
But Kay an he saw false dealing91, he counted such ways as shame,
And his face he turned from the sinner, yet he who dealt courteously116,
And true man with true men would hold him, Kay served him right heartily117.
And one who fall well discernèd the manner of men was Kay,315
Thus he did to his lord good service, for his harsh words drave far away
The men who would falsely vaunt them good knights and true to be,
Ill was he to them as a hailstorm, sharp as sting of an angry bee.
Small wonder that these deny him his honour and knightly fame,
True servant and wise they found him, and for this cause upon his name320
Their hatred118 doth still heap slander—Prince Herman, Thuringia’s lord,
Thou with vassals119 that crowd around thee, and strangers who seek thy board,
Good service might Kay have done thee, since so free art thou aye of hand,
That true men and men dishonoured, side by side in thine hall they stand;
And therefore Knight Walter singeth, ‘Now greeting to all I bring,325
Men evil and good!’ And I trow well, where a singer such song may sing,
There the false are too highly honoured—Nay, far other Sir Kay had taught,
(Yea, and Heinrich of Rispach also)—Now hearken ye in what sort
On Plimiz?l’s plain men bare them; from the field Sir Kay was borne
To the tent of his king, and around him, o’er his ill-fate his friends did mourn;330
And maiden and knight they stood there; to the tent where his comrade lay
Came Gawain, and he quoth in sadness, ‘Alas! for the woeful day
That so ill a joust was ridden that hath robbed me of a friend!’
Then out spake Kay in his anger, ‘Now make of thy moan an end,
If comfort thou here wouldst bring me, do not as the women do,335
Since thou art my monarch’s nephew! I would do to thee service true,
As of free heart I ever did it, in the day that God gave me power,
Nor long for my aid hadst thou prayed me! There cometh, perchance, an hour
When I, as of old, may serve thee: now cease thou thy moan I pray,
For tho’ mine be the pain, yet my monarch shall ne’er find another Kay,340
And I wot that for mine avenger121 art thou all too nobly born;
An yet hadst thou lost a finger I had counted myself forsworn
An I risked not mine head to pay it! Let that be as it may,
Believe me or not, as shall please thee, yet sooth are the words I say!’
‘No joust shalt thou ride at my urging, for roughly he greets his foe,345
Who holdeth without his station, and rideth nor swift nor slow.
And I think me, of maidens’ tresses, tho’ frail122 be such cord and fair,
Enough from such strife to bind thee, the chain of a single hair!
And the man who shall show such meekness123, he well doth his mother love,
Since his sire would fain in the conflict his knightly mettle124 prove.350
But follow thou aye thy mother, Sir Gawain, list well her rede.
Turn thou pale at the glancing sword-blade, and shrink from the manly deed!’
And thus on the gallant hero the bitter words he spake
Fell sharply, he looked not for them, nor on Kay might he vengeance take,
Full seldom a knight may do so, since shame on his lips setteth seal,355
But they who thus speak discourteous125, such shame shall they never feel.
Then Gawain he quoth in answer, ‘Where men knightly sword might bear,
And have foughten, and I fought with them, then no man beheld me there,
And saw that my cheek waxed paler at sight of wound or blow.
I was ever thy friend—’twas needless that thou shouldst reproach me so!’360
Then he strode from the tent, and he bade them bring hither his charger good,
Nor spur on his heel he buckled126, unarmed he his steed bestrode.
So came he unto the Waleis (whose sense was of love held fast),
And his shield to all eyes bare witness of three spears thro’ its circle passed,
For three jousts127 of late had he ridden, and he rode them with heroes twain,365
Of Orilus too was he smitten128—Then gently uprode Gawain,
And he spurred not his steed to gallop129, nor conflict nor strife he sought,
For he rode but in love and in kindness, to seek him who here had fought.
Fair spake Gawain the stranger, to greeting deaf was he,
Frau Minne yet held him captive, how other might it be?370
True son of Herzeleide, to this lot was he born,
To lose himself for love’s sake; such passion as had torn
The hearts of these his parents, afresh in his heart awoke,
And but little his ear might hearken what the mouth of Gawain spoke.
Quoth King Lot’s son unto the Waleis,’ Sir Knight, here thou doest ill375
In that thou withholdest greeting—tho’ patient I wait thy will
Far otherwise can I bear me! Know thou that to friend and king,
Yea, to all whom I count my fellows, thy deed doth dishonour51 bring,
And our shame ever waxeth greater; yet prayed I for thee this grace,
The king of free heart forgives thee, if now thou shalt seek his face.380
So hearken, I pray, my counsel, and do thou as I shall say,
And ride thou with me to King Arthur, nor too long shalt thou find the way.’
Nor threatening nor prayer might move him, this fair son of Gamuret:
Then the pride of King Arthur’s knighthood his memory backward set,
And he thought of Frau Minne’s dealings, and the time when the knife’s sharp blade385
He drave thro’ his hand unwitting, thro’ the love of a gracious maid.
And that time when from death’s cold clutches, a queen’s hand had set him free,
When of L?helein was he vanquished, and captive in joust was he,
And a queen in the day of his danger must pledge her fair life for his,
And her name shall of men be praisèd, Queen Ingus of Bachtarliess.390
Thought Gawain, ‘It may be Frau Minne dealeth so with this goodly man,
As she dealt with me of old time, so claspeth him in the ban
Of her magic spells fair-woven, that his spirit within the snare130
She holdeth fast entangled’—Then his eyes on the snow-flakes fair
He cast, and he knew the token, and swift from the spell-bound sight395
With cloth of fair silk and sendal, he covered the blood-drops bright.
The blood-stained snow was hidden, nor longer its spell was seen,
And his sight and his sense unclouded she gave him, his wife and queen;
Yet his heart did she hold in her keeping, and its dwelling was Pelrap?r,
And he cried aloud in his sorrow thro’ the silent summer air;400
‘Alas! who of thee hath robbed me, who erewhile wast my queen and wife,
For thy love, thy crown, and thy kingdom my right hand hath won in strife.
Say, say, am I he who saved thee from Klamidé the warrior king?
Yea, sorrow and bitter sighing, and grief that the heart doth wring131
Are the guerdons I won in thy service, and now from mine eyes be-dazed405
Art thou reft, and thy place I know not, tho’ but now on thy face I gazed.’
Then he quoth, ‘Now, where shall my spear be, since I wot well I brought it here?’
Quoth Gawain, ‘A joust hast thou ridden, and splintered shall be thy spear.’
‘With whom should I joust?’ quoth the Waleis, ‘thou bearest nor sword nor shield,
And little had been mine honour, an thou to my hand didst yield!410
Yet bear I awhile thy mocking, nor will I thy friendship pray,
Tho’ many a joust have I ridden, yet my saddle I kept alway.
An thou be not for jousting minded, and I find not in thee a foe,
Yet the world lieth wide before me, and hence on my way I go;
For labour and strife am I seeking and fain would I win me praise,415
Be anguish132 or joy my portion; nor unfruitful shall be my days.’
Quoth Gawain, ‘What I spake aforetime I spake of true heart and free,
Nor my thoughts were the thoughts of evil, for well would I deal with thee;
And the boon that I crave will I win me, my monarch with many a knight
Lieth here at hand with his army, and with many a lady bright,420
An it please thee, Sir Knight, to betake thee to our goodly company,
From all strife shall this right hand guard thee, and gladly I’ll ride with thee.’
‘I thank thee, Sir Knight, fair thou speakest, yet say ere with thee I ride,
Who the monarch may be whom thou servest? and who rideth here at my side?’
‘A man do I hail as master, thro’ whose fame much fame I won,425
Nor here shall my mouth keep silence on the things he for me hath done.
For dear hath he ever held me, and as true knight did me entreat133:
(His sister King Lot hath wedded134, and the twain I as parents greet.)
And the good gifts God gave unto me, to his service I yield them all,
For my hand and my heart he ruleth, whom men do King Arthur call.430
Nor mine own name need here be hidden, nor a secret shall long remain,
For the folk and the lands that know me, they call on me as Gawain:
And fain would I do thee service, alike with my hand and name,
If thou turnest here at my bidding, nor bringest upon me shame!’
Then he quoth, ‘Is it thou, O Gawain? too little I yet have done435
That thou shouldst as a friend entreat me; yet hast thou this honour won
That all men thou gently treatest—and thy friendship I here will take,
Yet not for mine own deserving, but repayment135 I fain would make.
Now say where thine army lieth, since so many tents I see
That stand fair by the brink136 of the river? If King Arthur in truth shall be440
So near, then must I bemoan137 me, that in honour I may not dare
To enter his royal presence, or look on his queen so fair.
Since ’tis meet that I first avenge120 me of a foul138 and discourteous blow,
For which, since the day I left them, I sorrow and shame must know.
For a maiden as she beheld me, laughed sweetly, the seneschal445
For my sake smote the maid so sorely, ’twas a wood that upon her fell.’
‘Rough vengeance thou here hast taken! (Gawain to the Waleis spake)
Since thou in a joust hast felled him, and right arm and left leg he brake.
Ride here, see his charger lifeless, that lieth the stone below;
On the snowdrift behold139 the splinters of the spear that hath dealt the blow!450
’Tis the spear thou but now wast seeking!’ Then the truth knew Sir Parzival,
And straightway he spake unto Gawain, ‘Now, if this be the seneschal,
And the man who so sorely shamed me, if thou swear me that this was he,
Thou mayst ride where thou wilt, and gladly will I ride in thy company!’
‘Nay, never a lie do I tell thee,’ quoth Gawain, ‘thou hast overthrown455
Segramor, who ere now in battle was ever as victor known,
He fell ere yet Kay had met thee: great deeds hast thou done to-day,
Since o’er two of our bravest heroes the prize thou hast borne away.’
So rode they, the one with the other, the Waleis and Knight Gawain,
And the folk, both afoot and on horseback, with honour would greet the twain,460
Gawain and his guest the Red Knight, this did they of courtesy,
And the twain to his fair pavilion they gat them right speedily.
And the lady, fair Kunnewaaré, whose tent by Gawain’s did stand,
Rejoiced, and she joyful140 greeted the hero, whose strong right hand
Had failed not to wreak141 stern vengeance for the ill that Kay wrought that day;465
Then her brother and fair Jeschuté she led by the hand straightway,
And Parzival looked upon them as the three to his tent drew near,
And his face, thro’ the rust94 of his armour, it shone ever fair and clear,
As roses dew-dipped had flown there: his harness aside he laid,
And he stood before Kunnewaaré, and thus spake the gentle maid:470
‘To God shalt thou first be welcome, as welcome thou art to me,
Since thy manhood thou well hast proven, and the faith that I had in thee!
Ere the day that my heart beheld thee, nor laughter nor smiles I knew,
And Kay, who in that hour smote me, with stern hand my gladness slew142.
But now hast thou well avenged143 me! With a kiss I thy deed would pay,475
If I of thy kiss were worthy!’ ‘Nay, so had I thought to-day
To crave of thy lips my payment,’ quoth Parzival, ‘if thou still
Wilt give me such gracious greeting, right gladly I’ll do thy will!’
Then she kissed him, and down they sate them, and the princess a maiden sent
And bade her to bring rich raiment; so sped she unto the tent;480
And the garments they lay there ready, of rich silk of Nineveh,
For her prisoner, King Klamidé, had she fashioned them cunningly.
Then the maiden who bare the garments, full sorely must she bewail
That the mantle144 was yet unfinished, since the silken cord did fail.
Then the lady, Kunnewaaré, from her side drew a silken band485
From the folds of her robe, in the mantle she wove it with skilful145 hand.
Then courteous her leave he prayed him, the rust would he wash away,
And fair shone his face, and youthful, and his lips they were red that day.
And robed was the gallant hero, and so bright and so fair was he,
That all men who there beheld him, they sware he for sure must be490
The flower and the crown of manhood, a knight without shame or fear;
And they looked upon him, and they praised him and his colour waxed bright and clear,
And right well did his garb become him; an emerald green and rare,
The gift of fair Kunnewaaré, as clasp at his neck he bare;
And a girdle beside she gave him, all wrought in a cunning row495
With mystic beasts, bejewelled, that burnt with a fiery146 glow,
And its clasp was a red-fire ruby147—How think ye the beardless youth
Was seen when thus richly girded? Fair was he in very sooth,
For so the story runneth—the folk bare him right goodwill148,
Men and women who looked upon him, they counted him worthy still.500
Forthwith, as the Mass was ended, came Arthur the noble king,
And the knights of his Table with him, a goodly following.
No man there whose lips spake falsehood. Yea, all heard the word that day,
‘With Gawain the Red Knight dwelleth!’ the king thither149 took his way.
Then the knight who so sore was beaten came swiftly, Sir Antanor,505
For, fain to behold the Waleis, his feet sped the king before,
And he asked, ‘Art thou he who avenged me, and the lady of fair Lalande?
Now vanished shall be Kay’s honour, for it falleth unto thine hand,
And an end hast thou made of his threatening, and the days of his strife are o’er,
For his arm it is weak, and his vengeance I fear for it never more!’510
And so fair was the knight and radiant, that all men beheld his face
As an angel from heaven, that wingless, abideth on earth a space.
And well did King Arthur greet him, and his knights were no whit13 behind,
And all they who looked upon him, naught but love in their hearts might find,
And their lips to their heart made answer, and all spake to his praises, ‘Yea,’515
And no man gainsaid150 the other, so lovely his mien151 that day!
Then Arthur spake fair unto him, ‘Thou hast wrought me both joy and pain,
Yet ne’er from the hand of a hero such honour I thought to gain
As the honour that thou hast brought me! yet no service I did to thee,
An I did, then thy fame had repaid it, tho’ no other thy deeds should be520
Than the deed thou hast done in the winning for Jeschuté her husband’s grace!
Nor Kay’s guilt had been unavengèd, if ere this I had seen thy face
Myself had, unasked, chastised152 him.’ Then Arthur in this wise spake,
‘Since so far they had come, and their journey had they taken but for his sake,
They all with one voice did pray him, to swear to them brotherhood,525
And be one of the gallant Table, a comrade both true and good.’
And their prayer it seemed good unto him, and joyful at heart was he,
And he sware them the oath that they asked for, and their knight would he gladly be.
Now hear ye, and speak the verdict, if on this day the Table Round
Its right, and its due observance had here, as aforetime found;530
Since for many a day King Arthur in this wise had ruled his court,
No knight should break bread before him, if there came of fair venture naught.
But enough should have chanced this morning, and to Table they well might go,
Though from Nantes might they never bear it, yet they here would its semblance show.
Wide enow was the flowery meadow, nor hindered them tree or tent,535
As they did here their monarch’s bidding—for this was his heart’s intent,
Fair honour to give the Red Knight, and his valour, as meet, reward—
Then a silk in Acraton woven, they laid on the grassy153 sward,
’Twas brought from far lands of paynim, and ’twas shapen both wide and round;
For ever this courteous custom mid these gallant knights was found,540
No high seat had they of honour, but all men were equal there;
And thus had King Arthur willed it, both the knights and their ladies fair
At the Table Round were welcome, yea, an they might honour claim,
Knight, lady, or gentle maiden, at his court all should fare the same!
And there, with her maiden following, came fair Guinevere the queen,545
And many a noble princess amid her train was seen,
And none but was fair to look on, and the ring it was spread so wide
That within, without strife or crowding, each maid sat her knight beside.
And Arthur, who ne’er knew falsehood, led the Waleis by the hand,
And Kunnewaaré she walked beside him, the lady of fair Lalande,550
From sorrow the knight had freed her—Then, with kind and friendly eyes,
Looked Arthur upon the hero, and he spake to him in this wise:
‘My queen will I bid to kiss thee, who art fair both of form and face,
For ne’er, in this court, of lady I ween wouldst thou crave this grace,
Since from Pelrap?r thou hast ridden, and wert thou on kissing bent555
From lips of all lips the fairest, hast thou there thy full heart’s content!
Yet this one grace will I pray thee, if ever there dawn the day
That I find ‘neath thy roof abiding154, this kiss I may then repay!’
‘In sooth, will I do thy bidding,’ quoth the Waleis, ‘both there and here!’
Then unto the gallant hero stepped the Lady Guinevere,560
And fair on the lips she kissed him, and she quoth, ‘Here I pardon thee
The ill thou aforetime didst me, and the sorrow thou gavest me.
Thou didst leave me sorely grieving, when from hence thou didst ride away.
By thy hand and thy dart155 my kinsman156 Prince Ither was slain that day!’
And all tear-bedewed were the eyelids157 of the Lady Guinevere,565
For Prince Ither’s death wrought sorrow unto many a woman dear.
Now must King Klamidé seat him, on the bank by Plimiz?l,
And beside him sate Iofreit, who was son unto King Id?l;
And ’twixt Klamidé and Gawain must the Waleis have his place—
And they know who tell the venture, none sate here of royal grace,570
None who woman’s breast had suckled, whose fame stood so high and fair,
For courage and youthful beauty did the Waleis, as jewels, wear.
And they owned, who there looked upon him, that many a maiden bright
Saw herself in a darker mirror than the lips of this fair young knight.
And on cheek and on chin his colour might well as fetters be575
For those who should need such fetters, whose fancy flitteth free.
Here might there be naught of changing—(of women my rede I trow
For some they are ever wavering, and ever new friendships know!)
But his look ever constant held them, till I wot well that thro’ their eyes
His entry he gained triumphant158, and made of their hearts his prize!580
Thus maiden and man beheld him, and his honour all men did praise,
Till he found here the goal of sighing, and the end of his joyous159 days.
For hither came one I must tell of, and faithful was she in truth
Tho’ discourteous her ways, and for sorrow, I ween, had she little ruth!
And the folk for her message sorrowed—Now hear how the maid must ride,585
Her mule160 it was tall as a war-horse, and branded on either side;
And its nostrils161 were slit162 as is custom in the far land of Hungary,
Yet her harness and bridle were costly163, with rich work broidered cunningly.
Soft and slow paced her mule, yet the maiden was not as a maid, I trow.
What sought she? She came as ’twas fated, and sorrow must Arthur know.590
And of wisdom forsooth this maiden might boast her a wondrous store,
No tongue but she spake, French, Latin, and Paynim: in all such lore164
As men read in the highest heavens, Dialectics, Geometry,
In all was she courteous trainèd, and her name it was called Kondrie.
‘The sorceress’ did men name her, nor her speech halted on its way,595
Too ready her tongue, since rejoicing she smote into grief that day.
This maiden, so rich in wisdom, bare little of maiden grace,
No lover e’er praised her beauty, no tongue spake her fair of face.
A tempest she, joy destroying, yet of bridal cloth from Ghent
Did she wear a mantle, bluer than azure165 the soft tints blent.600
As a cap was it fairly fashioned, such as maidens in France shall wear,
And beneath it, around her body, a silken robe she bare.
And a hat of the English peacock, with silk of orient lined,
And new was the hat, and the fastening, and it hung low the maid behind.
And like to a bridge her message, that sorrow o’er joy had crossed,605
And shame enough did she bring them, till laughter in tears was lost.
In a thick plait above her headgear had she flung her tresses back,
And adown on the mule were they hanging, so long, and so coarse, and black,
Nor softer to touch than the bristles166, which swine on their backs shall show.
And her nose as a dog’s was shapen, and from out her mouth did grow610
Two tusks167 as had ‘seemed a wild boar, a hand’s-breadth long were they;
And above her eyes the eyebrows168 as thick as plaits they lay.
And I speak but the truth, as I needs must, tho’ my words lack in courtesy
Since I speak of a maid, yet, for such cause, none other reproacheth me.
And ears as a bear had Kondrie, and never the eye might trace615
A shy glance of love, or of longing, I ween in that wondrous face.
And a scourge169 did she bear, and the handle was a ruby, of silk the cord;
And the hands of this winsome170 maiden like a lion’s were sharply clawed,
And the skin as an ape’s was dusky, and the nails they were not too light,
And I ween, for her maiden favours, but seldom would heroes fight!620
So rode she unto the circle, and her coming did sorrow bring,
And fair joy did she put in peril171—Then turned she unto the king,
(And Kunnewaaré sat beside him, his table-mate was she,
And fair Guinevere, his consort172, a queen bare her company.)
Thus in royal state King Arthur as monarch sat that day—625
To the Breton king rode Kondrie, and in French did she speak alway;
And tho’ I in another language than hers shall the venture tell,
Yet I rede ye to wit that the telling it pleaseth me none too well!
‘Thou son of high Pendragon, thyself, and thy Breton host,
By thy deed hast thou shamed—From all lands the noblest that they might boast630
Once sat here a gallant circle, but poisoned is now their fame,
And thy Table Round dishonoured by traitor173, and brought to shame.
King Arthur, o’er all thy fellows, thy praises of old stood high,
But it sinketh now, thy glory, and thy fame, that did swiftly fly,
Henceforward goeth halting; thine honour doth seek the ground635
Since it showeth stain of falsehood—The fame of thy Table Round
It suffered for the friendship ye with Parzival did swear,
Tho’ I wot well the outward token of a spotless knight he bear.
“The Red Knight” ye here do call him, the name of one who lay
Dead before Nantes, yet I tell thee unlike in their life are they!640
For no mouth hath read of a hero whose fame knew nor fault nor flaw,
As his!’ From the king she turned her, and did rein174 by the Waleis draw,
And she quoth, ‘Now sore shalt thou rue it, since I, for thy sake deny
My greeting unto King Arthur, and the knights of his company.
May thy fair face be dishonoured, and thy manhood I look on here.645
Of forgiveness and joy were I merchant, in sooth shouldst thou buy them dear!
And I deem thou art but a monster, and myself shall far fairer be!
Speak, Sir Parzival, as I bid thee, and this riddle175 read thou to me,
When thou sawest the fisher sit there, joyless, of comfort reft,
Why didst thou not loose his sighing? Why was he in bondage176 left?’650
‘For he showed thee of his sorrow—Oh! thou false and faithless guest,
For hadst thou had pity on him, his anguish had gotten rest.
I would that thy mouth might perish, yea, the tongue thy mouth within,
For e’en as the heart the tongue is, in thine heart is the root of sin.
To Hell shalt thou be predestined, by the Ruler of Heaven high,655
And this be on earth thy portion, that true men thy face shall fly.
And ban hast thou won for blessing177, and for bliss shalt thou find but bale,
For too late dost thou strive for honour, and thy striving shall naught avail.
And so feeble shall wax thy manhood, and thy fame it shall be so weak,
That never shall soul’s physician the promise of healing speak.660
An one to the oath should drive me, on thine head were I fain to swear,
That never a darker treason was wrought by a man so fair.
Thou hook in fair feathers hidden, bright serpent with poisoned fang178,
Who ne’er of the sword was worthy, which thine host at thy side did hang!
The goal of thy sins, this thy silence, of Hell’s horde179 art thou now the sport,665
And dishonour upon thy body, Sir Parzival, hast thou wrought.
Saw’st thou not how they bare before thee the Grail, and the bleeding spear,
And sharp silver? Thy joy’s destruction, and thy shelter from grief were here!’
‘Yea, hadst thou but asked at Monsalv?sch; afar, in a heathen land,
Rich o’er all earthly riches, doth the town of Tabronit stand;670
Yet the riches thy speech had won thee had been greater far, I ween—
And with gallant strife of knighthood the hand of that country’s queen
Feirefis Angevin hath won him: no fear doth his manhood stain;
One father, I ween, hath borne ye, yet unlike shall ye be, ye twain.
And thy brother is strange to look on, for both white and black his face,675
And at Zassamank he reigneth o’er the folk of his mother’s race.’
‘And my thoughts to thy sire are turning; his country was fair Anjou,
And he left thee far other heirdom (for his heart never falsehood knew,)
Than the heritage thou hast won thee, and the crown of an evil fame!
And could I but think thy mother had wrought here a deed of shame680
I had said that his child thou wert not! Yet her faith it but wrought her woe,
And of her naught but good be spoken! And thy father, as all men know,
In his manhood was true and steadfast, and in many a distant land
He won for him meed of honour, and his praise o’er all men did stand.
For great heart and little falsehood as a roof did defend his breast,685
A dam ‘gainst the flood of evil, and a home for his love to rest.
And in manly strength and courage was his honour for aye held fast,
But thy truth it is turned to falsehood, and thine honour to earth is cast!
Alas! for the day I heard it, alas! for the mournful tale,
That the child of fair Herzeleide in knighthood and faith should fail.’690
She herself was the prey180 of sorrow, and her hands did she wring amain,
While the teardrops they chased each other down her cheeks like a shower of rain.
And her eyes they gave faithful witness to the grief that her bosom filled,
For of true heart she spake, the maiden, nor e’en then was the sorrow stilled.
Then unto the king she turned her, and she spake ‘Is there here a knight695
Who yearneth for love’s rewarding, and for honour and fame would fight?
For I know of four queens, and maidens four hundred, and all are fair,
In Chateau181 Merveil is their dwelling; and like to the empty air
Shall be all knightly ventures to the venture that Burg within,
Yet he who shall face its peril, from true love shall his guerdon win.700
And tho’ far be that Burg and distant, and weary and rough the way,
Its walls must I seek if haply I reach them ere close of day.’
And sad was the maid, not joyful, nor courteous she bade farewell,
But weeping she gazed around her, and she cried as the teardrops fell,
‘Ah! woe unto thee, Monsalv?sch, thou dwelling and goal of grief,705
Since no man hath pity on thee, or bringeth thy woe relief!’
Thus had the sorceress Kondrie, that maiden fierce and proud,
Wrought evil upon the Waleis, and his fame to the earth had bowed.
Naught they helped him, his bold heart’s counsel, his manhood and knightly fame,
And high o’er all other virtues182, the virtue183 of knightly shame.710
(For falsehood he ne’er had hearkened,) and true shame doth rewarding bring,
And it crowneth the soul with honour as the circlet doth crown a king.
And he who true shame doth cherish his work shall for ever stand—
Then she lifted her voice o’er the maidens, the maiden of fair Lalande,
And she wept for the words of Kondrie, and the sorrow of Parzival,715
For the fairest of men did she deem him; and swiftly the teardrops fell
From the eyes of many a woman, for the sake of that hero bold,
And they sorrowed at heart, and their weeping must many a knight behold!
Now sorrow had Kondrie brought them; and e’en as her way she went
Another must ride towards them on a warlike errand bent;720
A knight of a haughty184 bearing, and his harness was fair to see,
From his foot to the goodly helmet, and royal its cost must be,
And richly plumed185 was the helmet; and, e’en as the man, the steed
Was clad in such glittering armour as serveth for knightly need.
And he found them, both man and maiden, heavy and sad at heart,725
As he rode nigh unto the circle; hear ye how he bare his part—
Tho’ his mien it was high and haughty, yet his heart it was full of woe,
Of the twain shall ye learn the reason; thro’ his manhood he pride must know,
Yet grief to his heart taught mourning—Thus rode he unto the ring,
Were it well he should come within it? Then squires186 to his aid did spring,730
And the gallant knight they greeted, yet were he and his shield unknown,
Nor he doffed187 from his head the helmet, and sorrow was his alone;
And his hand bare a sword unsheathèd, and he asked for those heroes twain,
‘Where are they whom I fain would speak with, King Arthur and Knight Gawain?’
Then straight thro’ the ring he passed him, and a costly coat he bare,735
And ’twas wrought of silk all shining, in Orient woven fair;
And before the host he halted as he sate there within the ring,
And he spake aloud, ‘God’s favour be on thee, thou gracious king,
And upon these knights and ladies—To all whom mine eyes here see,
I offer, in greeting, service, yet be one from my greeting free;740
For ne’er will I do him service, nay, rather I choose his hate,
If ill-will he beareth to me, mine ill-will with his may mate!’
‘And ’twere well that I name him to ye. Alas! alas! woe is me!
My heart he so sore hath wounded, mine anguish o’er-great shall be!
And here doth he sit, Sir Gawain, whom all men were wont to praise,745
High standeth his fame, yet dishonour it ruleth, methinks, his ways;
Since avarice188 to this betrayed him, in greeting my lord he slew,
The kiss once by Judas given, it taught him such guile189 anew.
Many thousand hearts hath he wounded—’Twas murder base, abhorred190,
And he, upon whom he wrought it, erewhile was my dearest lord.750
An Sir Gawain would here deny it, true answer our strife shall yield,
Forty days from to-day shall he meet me, and face me on battlefield,
Before Askalon’s king and ruler, in the city of Schamfanzon;
Thus I bid him in honour face me, and for conflict his armour don.’
‘And this grace shall he not refuse me, but thither his shield shall bear;755
And yet further shall he bethink him, by the helmet he weareth fair,
And the life that a knight beseemeth, who two treasures in pledge doth hold,
True shame, and a faith unwavering, and their fame shall be new, as old.
But from shame may Gawain ne’er free him, if a knight of the Table Round,
Whose heroes stand here before me, he thinketh he may be found.760
For its honour and fame are vanished, if false knight sit its board beside—
Methinks ye have heard mine errand, and ye know I came not to chide191,
For here would I not blame, but battle, and death shall my guerdon be,
An it be not a life of honour, that Good Fortune shall hold for me!’
Then sad was the king and silent, yet answer at last he gave,765
‘Know, Sir Knight, that Gawain is my nephew, and myself would the conflict brave
Ere his bones should lie dishonoured—If Good Fortune by Gawain stand
In strife shalt thou well acknowledge, ‘neath the might of his strong right hand
That his body in faith he keepeth, and falsehood afar doth hold.
If another hath done thee evil methinks art thou over-bold,770
His shame dost thou speak too loudly, who never hath done thee ill—
If he winneth, perchance, thine homage192, and thou ownest him guiltless still,
Yet hast thou in short space spoken such words of a blameless knight
As have shamèd for aye thine honour, if this folk read the thing aright!’
Then upsprang the proud Knight Beaucorps, brother to Gawain he,775
And he spake in his wrath193, ‘Wouldst thou fight him? Then myself his pledge will be,
For thou speakest false of Gawain; and know that thy words of shame
Have kindled194 anew within me fierce wrath’s devouring195 flame.
An thou speakest not Gawain guiltless of all dishonour, I
Stand here to fight his battle, and to be his surety.780
Think not by thy words of scorning to lower his lofty fame,
Unstainèd is Gawain’s honour, and thy words are but words of shame!’
Then he turned him to his brother, and he spake of true heart and free,
‘Bethink thee now, my brother, of all thou hast done for me,
Thou hast helped me unto the winning of fame, for thy toil’s reward785
Bid me here to be hostage for thee, and bid me thine honour guard.
If Good Fortune be here my portion, and I win here my meed of fame,
Then thine be the crown of honour, and thy foeman hath naught but shame.’
By his knighthood and love as a brother he besought196 him right earnestly;
Quoth Gawain, ‘Now in sooth, my brother, too wise shall I surely be790
To hearken to thee, and to grant thee what thou askest of right good-will;
What meaneth this strife, I wot not, and of fighting have had my fill,
Of good-will would I ne’er deny thee what boon thou from me shouldst crave,
Yet shame must I bear for ever if this conflict I fail to brave!’
Yet Beaucorps he prayed him straitly—then out spake the stranger knight,795
‘A man whom I ne’er have heard of now lusteth with me to fight!
I spake not of him, and no evil, methinks, hath he done to me.
Strong, gallant, and fair to look on, and faithful and rich is he,
And well might he be my hostage, yet against him no wrath I bear—
My lord and my kinsman was he for whose death I this strife declare,800
And brothers twain were our fathers, as comrades and kinsmen197 true;
And were he a crownèd monarch against whom my sword I drew,
By my birth might I give him battle, and vengeance of right demand,
Of a royal race, and a princely, was I born in a distant land.
And Askalon is my country, I am Landgrave of Schamfanzon,805
Kingrimursel do they call me; if Gawain’s fame be not outrun
No otherwise may he free him, but conflict with me must dare.
Yet safe-conduct throughout my kingdom, from all save my hand, I swear,
In peace may he ride, and safety, to the field where I vengeance claim;
God keep in His grace those I leave here, save one, and ye know his name!’810
So passed he, the gallant hero, from the plain of Plimiz?l,
And e’en as his name was namèd, all men knew Kingrimursel,
For the fame of this knight so valiant was known thro’ the far lands wide,
And it seemèd them well that to Gawain might ill thro’ this strife betide
When they thought of the strength and the manhood of this knight who rode swift away.815
And many must sorely vex198 them that no honour he won that day;
Yet full often a message cometh, I myself shall such venture know,
Of such wise, that the guest who bears it, of his host must ungreeted go!
From Kondrie they heard the tidings of Parzival’s name and kin1,
How a queen, she had been his mother, and his sire was an Angevin.820
And they spake—”Twas at fair Kanvoleis, and the story we know full well,
He served her with deeds of knighthood, and many a joust befell,
And there by his dauntless manhood he won him that lady bright;
And the noble Queen Anflisé, she taught him, that gallant knight,
Such courtesy as befitted a hero of lineage high;825
And no Breton but shall rejoice him, that his son now draweth nigh,
For of him, e’en as of his father, may this tale of a truth be told
That honour is his yoke-fellow, as she was of his sire of old.’
Thus joy alike and sorrow came to Arthur’s host that day,
And mingled199, the life of the heroes, since the twain they must have their way.830
Upstood they all as one man, and all with one voice they wept,
And the bravest knights among them within the circle stept,
And they looked on Gawain and the Waleis where each by the other stood,
And they wove them fair words of comfort to pleasure the heroes good.
But Klamidé the king bethought him that the loss which should be his share835
Was greater than that of another, and too sharp was his pain to bear,
And to Parzival he quoth thus, ‘If the Grail thee for lord must own,
Yet still would I mourn my sorrow, and of true heart my woe make known.
For the kingdom of Tribalibot, and Kaucasus’ golden strand200,
Whatsoe’er shall be writ201 of riches in Christian202 or paynim land,840
Yea, even the Grail and its glory, they had failèd the hurt to cure
Which at Pelrap?r was my portion, or the grief that I here endure!
Ah me! Of all men most wretched am I since thy valiant hand
Of joy and of blessing robbed me!—See the princess of fair Lalande,
Know thou that this noble lady she keepeth such faith with thee,845
That no service else she craveth, and none other knight will she;
Yet well might she crown his service who served her for love alone!
And that I am so long her captive, methinks may she well bemoan.
If my joy thou to life wouldst quicken, then give me thine aid, I pray,
And teach her herself to honour in such wise that her love repay850
In a measure the ill thou didst me, and that which thro’ thee I lost,
When the goal of my joy fled from me and my pathway by thee was crossed,
But for thee, I, methinks, had reached it, and if thou art foeman true
Thou wilt help me with this fair maiden, and my gladness shall wax anew!’
‘Right gladly will I,’ quoth the Waleis, ‘if so be she will grant my prayer,855
For fain would I bring thee comfort, since mine is that maiden fair
For whose sake thou sore didst sorrow, my wife and my queen is she,
Kondwiramur, the fairest of all women on earth that be!’
Then the heathen Queen of Ianfus, King Arthur, and Guinevere,
Kunnewaaré of Lalande, and Jeschuté of Karnant, who these words must hear,860
Came near with sweet words of comfort—what would ye they should do more?
Kunnewaaré they gave to Klamidé, who yearned203 for her love so sore,
And he gave her, as her rewarding, himself, his body fair,
And a queenly crown and golden henceforth on her head she bare!
Quoth the heathen unto the Waleis, ‘Kondrie a man hath named,865
Whom thou as in truth thy brother, rejoicing, might well have claimed;
For far and wide he ruleth in the power of a double crown,
And alike by land and water men in fear to his hand bow down.
And Assagog is one kingdom, Zassamank shall the other be,
Two mighty lands and powerful from fear and from weakness free.870
And naught shall be like his riches save those the Baruch doth own,
Or those of far Tribalibot, he is worshipped as God alone!
A marvel his skin to look on, and like unto none his face,
For ’tis black, and ’tis white, as his parents, who sprang of a diverse race.
Thro’ one of his lands I journeyed as hither I took my way,875
And full fain had he been my wanderings in a far-off land to stay.
Yet but little his will prevailèd, tho’ I am his near of kin,
The cousin unto his mother, and he is a mighty king!
Yet hear thou more of his prowess; his saddle no man may keep
Who rideth a joust against him, and fame doth he richly reap.880
And no gentler knight or truer e’er lay on a mother’s breast,
And falsehood it fleeth from him, and truth in his heart doth rest.
Yea, true and fair in his dealings is Feirefis Angevin,
And women he serveth duly, tho’ he pain thro’ his service win!’
‘Tho’ all men to me were strangers, yet hither I came to know885
What ventures of gallant knighthood a Christian land might show;
And of all Heaven’s gifts the highest, I ween, shall thy portion be,
And Christendom winneth honour thro’ the praise it doth give to thee.
And thine is a noble bearing, and fair is thy form and face,
And in thee beauty mates with manhood, and strength doth thy youth embrace!’890
(Both rich and wise was the heathen, and of wisdom she token gave,
In the French tongue her speech was holden.) Then out spake the hero brave,
And he quoth, ‘God reward thee, Lady, who thinkest to comfort me,
Yet sorrow it fast doth bind me, and the cause would I tell to thee,
For the shame that has here befallen think not I shall lightly bear,895
And here many sin against me, who give to my plaint no ear,
The while I must list their mocking!—No joy shall my portion be
Or long or short be my wanderings, till the Grail once again I see!
For my soul’s unrest constrains205 me, and it driveth me on my way,
Nor so long as my life endureth shall my feet from their wanderings stay!’900
‘If a courteous and knightly bearing but bringeth rewarding still
In shame, and in this world’s mocking, then methinks I was counselled ill!
For ’twas Gurnemanz who bade me of questions rash beware,
And from words and ways unfitting a courteous knight forbear.
Here standeth full many a hero, I pray ye give counsel true,905
By your courtesy and knighthood, that your grace I may win anew.
Here hath judgment206 been passed upon me with bitter words and strong—
Who withholdeth from me his favour, I deem not he doth me wrong;
If perchance, in the days hereafter, fame and honour my lot shall be
Then according to those my dealings, I pray ye to deal with me;910
But now must I haste far from ye—An oath have ye sworn me here
While I stood in the strength of mine honour; of that oath do I hold ye clear
Till the day I have won me payment for my fresh joy waxed wan204 and pale;
And my heart shall be home of sorrow, nor tears to mine eyes shall fail,
For the day that at far Monsalv?sch my labour I left undone,915
And myself from all joy I severed207, and woe for my guerdon won.
Ah God! they were fair, those maidens! and ne’er was there wonder tale
That men told, but as naught its marvels to those of the wondrous Grail!
Yet torment208 so sore, and sighing, are the lot of Its king, alas!
Small good hath my coming done thee, thou hapless Anfortas!’920
Nor longer the knight might linger, but part they must alway,
So turned he unto King Arthur, and leave he fain would pray
Of him, his knights, and ladies, with their favour would he depart,
And none, I ween, but sorrowed that he rode hence sad at heart.
Hand in hand King Arthur sware him, if henceforth his land should bear925
Such woe as Klamidé brought him, then the shame he with him would share,
And he spake that full sore it grieved him that crowns and kingdoms twain,
With the riches that were their portion, L?helein from the knight had ta’en.
And service both true and faithful many sware unto him that day,
Ere yet from the court of King Arthur, sorrow-driven, he passed away.930
Then the fair maid Kunnewaaré, she took the hero bold,
And hence by the hand she led him, and in this wise the tale is told,
Sir Gawain he turned and kissed him, and he spake out in manly wise
To the hero strong and gallant: ‘Now thou ridest in warlike guise209,
And thy feet shall be swift to battle—God guide thee upon thy way,935
And give me such strength to serve thee as my heart shall be fain alway.’
But Parzival cried, ‘Woe is me! Who is He, this mighty God?
Had He power, then methinks our portion had ne’er been this shame abhorred!
Small power shall be His! I served Him from the day I first knew His grace,
Henceforth I renounce210 His service; doth He hate me, His hate I’ll face!940
And, friend, in thine hour of peril, as thy shield may a wife’s love stand,
Dost thou know her for pure and holy, then the thought of her guide thine hand,
And her love from all evil guard thee,—as I wish, may it be to thee,
For little I wot of the future, if thy face I again may see!’
And their parting it brought them sorrow, for comrades in ill were they.945
With the maiden Kunnewaaré, to her tent must he take his way.
And she bade them bring his harness; with her hands so soft and white,
She bound the armour on him who had served her as faithful knight.
And she spake, ”Tis my right to do this, since it is thro’ thy deed alone
That Brandigan’s gallant monarch now claimeth me as his own.950
For otherwise thy valour but bringeth me grief and pain,
Art thou not against sorrow armèd, then thy loss shall outweigh211 my gain!’
For battle decked was his charger, and his sorrow must wake to life,
And fair was the knight to look on; and the harness he bare for strife
Knew never a flaw, but was costly, and as sunshine ’twas white and fair,955
And radiant with gold and jewels the corslet and coat he ware8,
But the helmet alone was lacking—ere he bound it upon his head,
In the self-same hour he kissed her, Kunnewaaré, the gracious maid.
And this of the twain was told me, that the parting was sore to see
’Twixt those two who loved each other in all honour and loyalty212.960
So hence let him ride, our hero, and what ventures a man may tell
He shall measure them not with the ventures that to Gamuret’s son befell.
Yet hear ye awhile of his doings, where he journeyed and whence would ride—
He who loveth not deeds of knighthood, if counsel he take of pride
For awhile will forget his doings—On thee, Kondwiramur,965
On thy fair face and lovely body, thy lover thought evermore.
What ventures he dared in thy service as knightly the Grail he sought!
Nor tarried he in the seeking but onward his way he fought,
The child of fair Herzeleide, and knew not that he was heir
To the glories that he rode seeking, to the Grail and Its palace fair!970
Then forth went full many a vassal on a toilsome and weary way,
To gaze on the wondrous castle where in magic fetters lay
Four hundred gracious maidens, and four queens, right fair to see.
Chateau Merveil was the castle; and no hate shall they earn from me,
I grudge213 them naught they may win there! No woman rewardeth me,975
For she to whom I do service, from payment hath set me free!
Then out spake the Greek, Sir Klias, ‘Yea, there was I overthrown!’
(And thus in the ears of all men did he frankly214 the truth make known)
‘For the Turkowit he thrust me from my charger unto my shame;
And four queens who there lie captive the knight unto me did name;980
And old are the twain, and the others as yet they shall children be,
And the first maid is called Itonjè, and the second shall be Kondrie,
And the third she is named Arnivè, and Sangivè the fourth is hight!’
Then fain to behold the wonders of that castle was many a knight,
Yet their journey brought little profit, for sorrow o’ertook them there.985
Yet I mourn not o’ermuch for their sorrow; for he who would labour bear,
And strife, for the sake of a woman, for guerdon shall gladness know,
Tho’ grief shall be mixed with his gladness, and his joy shall be crossed with woe.
And I know not the which shall be stronger, or if sorrow shall joy outweigh,
But so runneth the world for ever, where Frau Minne she holdeth sway!990
Now Gawain he must make him ready, and he girded his armour on,
For the strife that afar should wait him, in the kingdom of Askalon.
And sad was many a Breton, and ladies and maidens fair
Of a true heart did they bemoan them that Gawain must to conflict fare.
And orphaned215 and reft of glory henceforth was the Table Round.995
Then Sir Gawain he well bethought him, since victor he would be found,
And he bade the merchants bring him good shields both hard and light,
And little he recked their colour so they served his need in fight.
On laden216 mules217 they brought them, and methinks that they sold them dear;
And three did he take as his portion—and the hero he chose him here1000
Seven chargers well fit for battle, and he chose him as friends so good
Twelve spears of sharp steel of Angram, and the hilts were of hollow wood.
They were reeds grown in heathen marshlands, Oraste Gentesein their name.
Then Gawain he prayed leave, and rode forth, dauntless, to seek him fame,
And with royal hand, for his journey, King Arthur he gave the knight1005
Red gold, and rich store of silver, and jewels gleaming bright,
And heavy the weight of his treasure—Then the hero rode swift away,
And I ween ’twas towards sore peril that his pathway must lead that day.
Then she sailed to her distant kingdom, the young Queen Ekuba,
I speak of the heathen princess; and they scattered218 to lands afar1010
The folk who awhile abode there, on the fair plain of Plimiz?l;
And King Arthur and all his courtiers they gat them to Karid?l.
Yet first they prayed leave, Klamidé and Kunnewaaré of fair Lalande,
And Duke Orilus and his lady, Jeschuté of Karnant.
Yet till the third day with Klamidé in the plain did the twain abide,1015
And the marriage-feast was holden ere yet from the place they ride.
Yet small was the pomp; in his kingdom, I ween, should it greater be.
And free was his hand and knightly, and he dealt right courteously,
For many a knight at his bidding henceforth must his man remain,
And many a wandering minstrel did he gather within his train,1020
And he led them into his kingdom, and in honour, rich gifts, and land
He gave unto them, nor churlish would any refuse his hand.
Now Duke Orilus and Jeschuté, to Brandigan the twain would fare
For the love that unto Klamidé and Kunnewaaré they bare.
For they thought them that fitting honour to their sister they scarce had done1025
Till as queen they had seen her crownèd, and set on the royal throne.
Now I know well if wise the woman, and true of heart she be,
Who seeth this story written, of a sooth will she own to me
That better I speak of women than I spake of one erewhile;
For true was fair Belakané, and free from all thought of guile,1030
For dead was her love, yet lifeless he still o’er her heart did reign100.
And a dream filled fair Herzeleide with torment of fear and pain.
And Queen Guinevere bewailed her full sorely for Ither’s death,
(And little I grudge her mourning, for no truer knight e’er drew breath).
And I wot when King Lac’s fair daughter rode forth such a shameful ride1035
Then sorely I mourned the sorrow that, guiltless, she must abide.
Sore smitten was Kunnewaaré, and torn was her golden hair;
Now the twain they are well avengèd, and glory for shame they bear!
And he who doth tell this story, he weaveth his ventures fair,
And he knoweth right well to rhyme them, in lines that break and pair.1040
And fain were I more to tell ye, an she give to my words good heed219
Who treadeth with feet far smaller than the feet that shall spur my steed!
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