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"
Friend
Gurth
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
have
mingled
among
yon
men
,
and
have
learnt
to
whom
they
belong
,
and
whither
they
are
bound
.
There
is
,
I
think
,
no
chance
that
they
will
proceed
to
any
actual
violence
against
their
prisoners
.
For
three
men
to
attempt
them
at
this
moment
,
were
little
else
than
madness
;
for
they
are
good
men
of
war
,
and
have
,
as
such
,
placed
sentinels
to
give
the
alarm
when
any
one
approaches
.
But
I
trust
soon
to
gather
such
a
force
,
as
may
act
in
defiance
of
all
their
precautions
;
you
are
both
servants
,
and
,
as
I
think
,
faithful
servants
,
of
Cedric
the
Saxon
,
the
friend
of
the
rights
of
Englishmen
.
He
shall
not
want
English
hands
to
help
him
in
this
extremity
.
Come
then
with
me
,
until
I
gather
more
aid
.
"
So
saying
,
he
walked
through
the
wood
at
a
great
pace
,
followed
by
the
jester
and
the
swineherd
.
It
was
not
consistent
with
Wamba
's
humour
to
travel
long
in
silence
.
"
I
think
,
"
said
he
,
looking
at
the
baldric
and
bugle
which
he
still
carried
,
"
that
I
saw
the
arrow
shot
which
won
this
gay
prize
,
and
that
not
so
long
since
as
Christmas
.
"
"
And
I
,
"
said
Gurth
,
"
could
take
it
on
my
halidome
,
that
I
have
heard
the
voice
of
the
good
yeoman
who
won
it
,
by
night
as
well
as
by
day
,
and
that
the
moon
is
not
three
days
older
since
I
did
so
.
"
"
Mine
honest
friends
,
"
replied
the
yeoman
,
"
who
,
or
what
I
am
,
is
little
to
the
present
purpose
;
should
I
free
your
master
,
you
will
have
reason
to
think
me
the
best
friend
you
have
ever
had
in
your
lives
And
whether
I
am
known
by
one
name
or
another
--
or
whether
I
can
draw
a
bow
as
well
or
better
than
a
cow-keeper
,
or
whether
it
is
my
pleasure
to
walk
in
sunshine
or
by
moonlight
,
are
matters
,
which
,
as
they
do
not
concern
you
,
so
neither
need
ye
busy
yourselves
respecting
them
.
"
"
Our
heads
are
in
the
lion
's
mouth
,
"
said
Wamba
,
in
a
whisper
to
Gurth
,
"
get
them
out
how
we
can
.
"
"
Hush
--
be
silent
,
"
said
Gurth
.
"
Offend
him
not
by
thy
folly
,
and
I
trust
sincerely
that
all
will
go
well
.
"
When
autumn
nights
were
long
and
drear
,
