Where am I?
KURVENAL (starting in joyous surprise).
Ha!—who is speaking?
It is his voice!—
Tristan! lov'd one!
My lord! my Tristan!
TRISTAN (with effort). Who—calls me?
KURVENAL. Life—at last—
O thanks be to heaven!—
sweetest life
unto my Tristan newly given!
TRISTAN (faintly). Kurvenal!—thou?
Where—was I?—
Where—am I?
KURVENAL. Where art thou?
In safety, tranquil and sure!
Kareol 'tis;
dost thou not know
thy fathers' halls?
TRISTAN. This my fathers'?
KURVENAL. Look but around.
TRISTAN. What awoke me?
KURVENAL. The herdsman's ditty
hast thou heard, doubtless;
he heedeth thy herds
above on the hills there.