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"
Hold
thy
peace
,
Wamba
,
"
said
Gurth
;
"
it
may
all
be
as
thou
dost
guess
;
but
were
the
horned
devil
to
rise
and
proffer
me
his
assistance
to
set
at
liberty
Cedric
and
the
Lady
Rowena
,
I
fear
I
should
hardly
have
religion
enough
to
refuse
the
foul
fiend
's
offer
,
and
bid
him
get
behind
me
.
"
The
friar
was
now
completely
accoutred
as
a
yeoman
,
with
sword
and
buckler
,
bow
,
and
quiver
,
and
a
strong
partisan
over
his
shoulder
.
He
left
his
cell
at
the
head
of
the
party
,
and
,
having
carefully
locked
the
door
,
deposited
the
key
under
the
threshold
.
"
Art
thou
in
condition
to
do
good
service
,
friar
,
"
said
Locksley
,
"
or
does
the
brown
bowl
still
run
in
thy
head
?
"
"
Not
more
than
a
drought
of
St
Dunstan
's
fountain
will
allay
,
"
answered
the
priest
;
"
something
there
is
of
a
whizzing
in
my
brain
,
and
of
instability
in
my
legs
,
but
you
shall
presently
see
both
pass
away
.
"
So
saying
,
he
stepped
to
the
stone
basin
,
in
which
the
waters
of
the
fountain
as
they
fell
formed
bubbles
which
danced
in
the
white
moonlight
,
and
took
so
long
a
drought
as
if
he
had
meant
to
exhaust
the
spring
.
"
When
didst
thou
drink
as
deep
a
drought
of
water
before
,
Holy
Clerk
of
Copmanhurst
?
"
said
the
Black
Knight
.
"
Never
since
my
wine-butt
leaked
,
and
let
out
its
liquor
by
an
illegal
vent
,
"
replied
the
friar
,
"
and
so
left
me
nothing
to
drink
but
my
patron
's
bounty
here
.
"
Then
plunging
his
hands
and
head
into
the
fountain
,
he
washed
from
them
all
marks
of
the
midnight
revel
.
Thus
refreshed
and
sobered
,
the
jolly
priest
twirled
his
heavy
partisan
round
his
head
with
three
fingers
,
as
if
he
had
been
balancing
a
reed
,
exclaiming
at
the
same
time
,
"
Where
be
those
false
ravishers
,
who
carry
off
wenches
against
their
will
?
May
the
foul
fiend
fly
off
with
me
,
if
I
am
not
man
enough
for
a
dozen
of
them
.
"
"
Swearest
thou
,
Holy
Clerk
?
"
said
the
Black
Knight
