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As
he
pronounced
these
words
aloud
,
a
voice
very
near
him
called
out
in
a
low
and
cautious
tone
,
"
Wamba
!
"
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
a
dog
,
which
he
recognised
to
be
Fangs
,
jumped
up
and
fawned
upon
him
.
"
Gurth
!
"
answered
Wamba
,
with
the
same
caution
,
and
the
swineherd
immediately
stood
before
him
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
said
he
eagerly
;
"
what
mean
these
cries
,
and
that
clashing
of
swords
?
"
"
Only
a
trick
of
the
times
,
"
said
Wamba
;
"
they
are
all
prisoners
.
"
"
Who
are
prisoners
?
"
exclaimed
Gurth
,
impatiently
.
"
My
lord
,
and
my
lady
,
and
Athelstane
,
and
Hundibert
,
and
Oswald
.
"
"
In
the
name
of
God
!
"
said
Gurth
,
"
how
came
they
prisoners
?
--
and
to
whom
?
"
"
Our
master
was
too
ready
to
fight
,
"
said
the
Jester
;
"
and
Athelstane
was
not
ready
enough
,
and
no
other
person
was
ready
at
all
.
And
they
are
prisoners
to
green
cassocks
,
and
black
visors
.
And
they
lie
all
tumbled
about
on
the
green
,
like
the
crab-apples
that
you
shake
down
to
your
swine
.
And
I
would
laugh
at
it
,
"
said
the
honest
Jester
,
"
if
I
could
for
weeping
.
"
And
he
shed
tears
of
unfeigned
sorrow
.
Gurth
's
countenance
kindled
--
"
Wamba
,
"
he
said
,
"
thou
hast
a
weapon
,
and
thy
heart
was
ever
stronger
than
thy
brain
,
--
we
are
only
two
--
but
a
sudden
attack
from
men
of
resolution
will
do
much
--
follow
me
!
"
"
Whither
?
--
and
for
what
purpose
?
"
said
the
Jester
.
"
To
rescue
Cedric
.
"
