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.

TRISTAN. Have I herds, then?