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Updated: June 24, 2025
That I will never do, so long as I be a living man. Certes, I care little if King Etzel's wife misliketh me." Hagen, the overweening man, laid a bright weapon across his knee, from the hilt whereof shone a flaming jasper, greener than grass. Well Kriemhild knew that it was Siegfried's. When she saw the sword, her heart was heavy. The hilt was of gold, the scabbard of red broidered silk.
Now is my heart full of joy, and one thing only weigheth on it; and that is that my kinswoman the Bride begrudgeth our love together. For this is the thing that of all things most misliketh me, that any should bear a grudge against me. She said: 'Forget not the token, and my message to her. 'I will not forget it, said he.
Forsooth it is an evil house and a mere piece of hell. But now we are out of it and free in the wildwood, so let us forget it; for indeed it is a grief to remember it. And now once more let us mend the fire, for thy face is growing dim to me, and that misliketh me. Afterwards before we lie down to sleep we will talk a little of the way, whitherward we shall turn our faces to-morrow."
"That misliketh me," saith Perceval, "For thereof have I neither worship nor honour, for the most disloyal are you of all my kindred, and I knew well when I came hither that it was you, and, for the great disloyalty that is in you, you war upon the best King that liveth and the most worshipful man, and upon the Lady of this castle for that she aideth him in all that she may.
And a nother in pleasure. Not in the tickelinges of the taile, or pamperinges of the bealy, more bittre then pleasaunte as thou maye vse them: but to lacke nothing that perfecte nature desireth, ne nothing to do that perfecte nature misliketh.
He scorcheth and burneth all to ashes the bodies of the knight and the horses. Saith he to Perceval, "Are you quit as for this knight's burial?" "Certes," saith Perceval, "You say true, and much misliketh me thereof, but please God I shall amend it." The damsel that had brought the knight was at the windows of the palace beside the Queen. She crieth out.
For King Fisherman mine uncle is dead, and another of my uncles, the King of Castle Mortal, hath seized his castle, albeit my lady mother ought rather to have it, or I, or my brother." "Is it true," saith Perceval, "that he is dead?" "Yea, certes, Sir, I know it of a truth." "So help me God!" saith he, "This misliketh me right sore.
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