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Tell me: seated there,
Did you see the spear that bled
Without the presence of flesh
Or veins?" "Did I see it?
Oh yes, by God, I did!"
"And did you ask why
It was bleeding?" "I said not a word."
"In the name of God, believe me,
You made a mistake. That was wrong.
Did you see the grail, too?"
"Quite clearly." "By whom was it carried?"
''A girl." "Where did she come from?"
"From a room." "And where did she go?"
"Into some other room."
"Did anyone walk in front of her?"
"Yes." "Who?" "Two servants,
That's all." "And what were they holding?"
"Well-lit candleholders."
''And who came after the grail?"
"A girl." "And what was she holding?"
"A small silver platter."
"Did you ask any of these people
Where they were going with these things?"
"Not a word escaped my lips."
"Oh Lord, that's even worse!
My friend: tell me your name."
And then, not knowing his name,
He somehow knew, and said
He was Perceval from Wales,
Not knowing if he spoke the truth,
But he did, though he did not know it.
And hearing this the girl
Rose and faced him, and spoke
As if in anger, "You've just
Changed your name, my friend."
"Really?" "You're Perceval
The Unhappy, the Miserable, the Unfortunate!
Ah, how unlucky you are,
For had you asked those questions
You could have completely cured
The good king of all his wounds:
He would have become entirely
Whole, and ruled as he should.
How much good you'd have done!
Believe me, miseries will come,
Instead, for you and for others
it was at this exact moment that Perceval knew he had fucked up in a major way.