Anfortas, with his wounds, are taken to this lake regularly.
The king is confined all his days, unable to ride, walk, lie or stand. Thus he reclines you understand, he cannot sit, for he suffers pain that with the moon's changes doth gain power over him. There is a lake called Brumbane, and they take Him there, for the clear breeze quells his wound's stench, and doth ease His anguish.
Parzival | Wolfram von Eschenbach, 1200–1210
Parzival | Poetry in Translation