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"
And
if
I
do
,
"
said
Bois-Guilbert
,
"
who
shall
gainsay
me
?
"
"
No
one
that
I
know
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
"
unless
it
be
your
vow
of
celibacy
,
or
a
cheek
of
conscience
for
an
intrigue
with
a
Jewess
.
"
"
For
my
vow
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
"
our
Grand
Master
hath
granted
me
a
dispensation
.
And
for
my
conscience
,
a
man
that
has
slain
three
hundred
Saracens
,
need
not
reckon
up
every
little
failing
,
like
a
village
girl
at
her
first
confession
upon
Good
Friday
eve
.
"
"
Thou
knowest
best
thine
own
privileges
,
"
said
De
Bracy
.
"
Yet
,
I
would
have
sworn
thy
thought
had
been
more
on
the
old
usurer
's
money
bags
,
than
on
the
black
eyes
of
the
daughter
.
"
"
I
can
admire
both
,
"
answered
the
Templar
;
"
besides
,
the
old
Jew
is
but
half-prize
.
I
must
share
his
spoils
with
Front-de-Boeuf
,
who
will
not
lend
us
the
use
of
his
castle
for
nothing
.
I
must
have
something
that
I
can
term
exclusively
my
own
by
this
foray
of
ours
,
and
I
have
fixed
on
the
lovely
Jewess
as
my
peculiar
prize
.
But
,
now
thou
knowest
my
drift
,
thou
wilt
resume
thine
own
original
plan
,
wilt
thou
not
?
--
Thou
hast
nothing
,
thou
seest
,
to
fear
from
my
interference
.
"
"
No
,
"
replied
De
Bracy
,
"
I
will
remain
beside
my
prize
.
What
thou
sayst
is
passing
true
,
but
I
like
not
the
privileges
acquired
by
the
dispensation
of
the
Grand
Master
,
and
the
merit
acquired
by
the
slaughter
of
three
hundred
Saracens
.
You
have
too
good
a
right
to
a
free
pardon
,
to
render
you
very
scrupulous
about
peccadilloes
.
"
While
this
dialogue
was
proceeding
,
Cedric
was
endeavouring
to
wring
out
of
those
who
guarded
him
an
avowal
of
their
character
and
purpose
.
"
You
should
be
Englishmen
,
"
said
he
;
"
and
yet
,
sacred
Heaven
!
you
prey
upon
your
countrymen
as
if
you
were
very
Normans
.
You
should
be
my
neighbours
,
and
,
if
so
,
my
friends
;
for
which
of
my
English
neighbours
have
reason
to
be
otherwise
?
I
tell
ye
,
yeomen
,
that
even
those
among
ye
who
have
been
branded
with
outlawry
have
had
from
me
protection
;
for
I
have
pitied
their
miseries
,
and
curst
the
oppression
of
their
tyrannic
nobles
.
What
,
then
,
would
you
have
of
me
?
or
in
what
can
this
violence
serve
ye
?
--
Ye
are
worse
than
brute
beasts
in
your
actions
,
and
will
you
imitate
them
in
their
very
dumbness
?
"
It
was
in
vain
that
Cedric
expostulated
with
his
guards
,
who
had
too
many
good
reasons
for
their
silence
to
be
induced
to
break
it
either
by
his
wrath
or
his
expostulations
.
They
continued
to
hurry
him
along
,
travelling
at
a
very
rapid
rate
,
until
,
at
the
end
of
an
avenue
of
huge
trees
,
arose
Torquilstone
,
now
the
hoary
and
ancient
castle
of
Reginald
Front-de-Boeuf
.
It
was
a
fortress
of
no
great
size
,
consisting
of
a
donjon
,
or
large
and
high
square
tower
,
surrounded
by
buildings
of
inferior
height
,
which
were
encircled
by
an
inner
court-yard
.
Around
the
exterior
wall
was
a
deep
moat
,
supplied
with
water
from
a
neighbouring
rivulet
.
Front-de-Boeuf
,
whose
character
placed
him
often
at
feud
with
his
enemies
,
had
made
considerable
additions
to
the
strength
of
his
castle
,
by
building
towers
upon
the
outward
wall
,
so
as
to
flank
it
at
every
angle
.
The
access
,
as
usual
in
castles
of
the
period
,
lay
through
an
arched
barbican
,
or
outwork
,
which
was
terminated
and
defended
by
a
small
turret
at
each
corner
.
