“Upon a green achmardi she bore the consummation of heart’s desire, its root and its blossoming – a thing called "The Gral", paradisal, transcending all earthly perfection! She whom the Gral suffered to carry itself had the name of Repanse de Schoye. Such was the nature of the Gral that she who had the care of it was required to be of perfect chastity and to have renounced all things false.”

— Wolfram von Eschenbach , book Parzival

Ûf einem grüenen achmardî
truoc si den wunsch von pardîs,
bêde wurzeln unde rîs.
daz was ein dinc, daz hiez der Grâl,
erden wunsches überwal.
Repanse de schoy si hiez,
die sich der grâl tragen liez.
der grâl was von sölher art:
wol muoser kiusche sîn bewart,
die sîn ze rehte solde pflegn:
die muose valsches sich bewegn.
Bk. 5, st. 235, line 20; p. 125.
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Ûf einem grüenen achmardî truoc si den wunsch von pardîs, bêde wurzeln unde rîs. daz was ein dinc, daz hiez der Grâl, erden wunsches überwal. Repanse de schoy si hiez, die sich der grâl tragen liez. der grâl was von sölher art: wol muoser kiusche sîn bewart, die sîn ze rehte solde pflegn: die muose valsches sich bewegn.

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