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Athelstane
coloured
deeply
,
for
such
had
been
his
own
fate
on
the
last
day
of
the
tournament
;
while
Rowena
,
who
was
pleased
in
the
same
proportion
,
as
if
to
make
amends
for
the
brutal
jest
of
her
unfeeling
suitor
,
requested
Rebecca
to
ride
by
her
side
.
"
It
were
not
fit
I
should
do
so
,
"
answered
Rebecca
,
with
proud
humility
,
"
where
my
society
might
be
held
a
disgrace
to
my
protectress
.
"
By
this
time
the
change
of
baggage
was
hastily
achieved
;
for
the
single
word
"
outlaws
"
rendered
every
one
sufficiently
alert
,
and
the
approach
of
twilight
made
the
sound
yet
more
impressive
.
Amid
the
bustle
,
Gurth
was
taken
from
horseback
,
in
the
course
of
which
removal
he
prevailed
upon
the
Jester
to
slack
the
cord
with
which
his
arms
were
bound
.
It
was
so
negligently
refastened
,
perhaps
intentionally
,
on
the
part
of
Wamba
,
that
Gurth
found
no
difficulty
in
freeing
his
arms
altogether
from
bondage
,
and
then
,
gliding
into
the
thicket
,
he
made
his
escape
from
the
party
.
The
bustle
had
been
considerable
,
and
it
was
some
time
before
Gurth
was
missed
;
for
,
as
he
was
to
be
placed
for
the
rest
of
the
journey
behind
a
servant
,
every
one
supposed
that
some
other
of
his
companions
had
him
under
his
custody
,
and
when
it
began
to
be
whispered
among
them
that
Gurth
had
actually
disappeared
,
they
were
under
such
immediate
expectation
of
an
attack
from
the
outlaws
,
that
it
was
not
held
convenient
to
pay
much
attention
to
the
circumstance
.
The
path
upon
which
the
party
travelled
was
now
so
narrow
,
as
not
to
admit
,
with
any
sort
of
convenience
,
above
two
riders
abreast
,
and
began
to
descend
into
a
dingle
,
traversed
by
a
brook
whose
banks
were
broken
,
swampy
,
and
overgrown
with
dwarf
willows
.
Cedric
and
Athelstane
,
who
were
at
the
head
of
their
retinue
,
saw
the
risk
of
being
attacked
at
this
pass
;
but
neither
of
them
having
had
much
practice
in
war
,
no
better
mode
of
preventing
the
danger
occurred
to
them
than
that
they
should
hasten
through
the
defile
as
fast
as
possible
.
Advancing
,
therefore
,
without
much
order
,
they
had
just
crossed
the
brook
with
a
part
of
their
followers
,
when
they
were
assailed
in
front
,
flank
,
and
rear
at
once
,
with
an
impetuosity
to
which
,
in
their
confused
and
ill-prepared
condition
,
it
was
impossible
to
offer
effectual
resistance
.
The
shout
of
"
A
white
dragon
!
--
a
white
dragon
!
--
Saint
George
for
merry
England
!
"
war-cries
adopted
by
the
assailants
,
as
belonging
to
their
assumed
character
of
Saxon
outlaws
,
was
heard
on
every
side
,
and
on
every
side
enemies
appeared
with
a
rapidity
of
advance
and
attack
which
seemed
to
multiply
their
numbers
.
Both
the
Saxon
chiefs
were
made
prisoners
at
the
same
moment
,
and
each
under
circumstances
expressive
of
his
character
.
Cedric
,
the
instant
that
an
enemy
appeared
,
launched
at
him
his
remaining
javelin
,
which
,
taking
better
effect
than
that
which
he
had
hurled
at
Fangs
,
nailed
the
man
against
an
oak-tree
that
happened
to
be
close
behind
him
.
Thus
far
successful
,
Cedric
spurred
his
horse
against
a
second
,
drawing
his
sword
at
the
same
time
,
and
striking
with
such
inconsiderate
fury
,
that
his
weapon
encountered
a
thick
branch
which
hung
over
him
,
and
he
was
disarmed
by
the
violence
of
his
own
blow
.
He
was
instantly
made
prisoner
,
and
pulled
from
his
horse
by
two
or
three
of
the
banditti
who
crowded
around
him
.
Athelstane
shared
his
captivity
,
his
bridle
having
been
seized
,
and
he
himself
forcibly
dismounted
,
long
before
he
could
draw
his
weapon
,
or
assume
any
posture
of
effectual
defence
.
The
attendants
,
embarrassed
with
baggage
,
surprised
and
terrified
at
the
fate
of
their
masters
,
fell
an
easy
prey
to
the
assailants
;
while
the
Lady
Rowena
,
in
the
centre
of
the
cavalcade
,
and
the
Jew
and
his
daughter
in
the
rear
,
experienced
the
same
misfortune
.
Of
all
the
train
none
escaped
except
Wamba
,
who
showed
upon
the
occasion
much
more
courage
than
those
who
pretended
to
greater
sense
.
He
possessed
himself
of
a
sword
belonging
to
one
of
the
domestics
,
who
was
just
drawing
it
with
a
tardy
and
irresolute
hand
,
laid
it
about
him
like
a
lion
,
drove
back
several
who
approached
him
,
and
made
a
brave
though
ineffectual
attempt
to
succour
his
master
.
Finding
himself
overpowered
,
the
Jester
at
length
threw
himself
from
his
horse
,
plunged
into
the
thicket
,
and
,
favoured
by
the
general
confusion
,
escaped
from
the
scene
of
action
.
Yet
the
valiant
Jester
,
as
soon
as
he
found
himself
safe
,
hesitated
more
than
once
whether
he
should
not
turn
back
and
share
the
captivity
of
a
master
to
whom
he
was
sincerely
attached
.
"
I
have
heard
men
talk
of
the
blessings
of
freedom
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
but
I
wish
any
wise
man
would
teach
me
what
use
to
make
of
it
now
that
I
have
it
.
"
