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"
Wert
thou
really
ignorant
of
this
?
"
said
he
;
"
didst
thou
not
know
that
Wilfred
of
Ivanhoe
travelled
in
the
litter
of
the
Jew
?
--
a
meet
conveyance
for
the
crusader
,
whose
doughty
arm
was
to
reconquer
the
Holy
Sepulchre
!
"
And
he
laughed
scornfully
.
"
And
if
he
is
here
,
"
said
Rowena
,
compelling
herself
to
a
tone
of
indifference
,
though
trembling
with
an
agony
of
apprehension
which
she
could
not
suppress
,
"
in
what
is
he
the
rival
of
Front-de-Boeuf
?
or
what
has
he
to
fear
beyond
a
short
imprisonment
,
and
an
honourable
ransom
,
according
to
the
use
of
chivalry
?
"
"
Rowena
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
"
art
thou
,
too
,
deceived
by
the
common
error
of
thy
sex
,
who
think
there
can
be
no
rivalry
but
that
respecting
their
own
charms
?
Knowest
thou
not
there
is
a
jealousy
of
ambition
and
of
wealth
,
as
well
as
of
love
;
and
that
this
our
host
,
Front-de-Boeuf
,
will
push
from
his
road
him
who
opposes
his
claim
to
the
fair
barony
of
Ivanhoe
,
as
readily
,
eagerly
,
and
unscrupulously
,
as
if
he
were
preferred
to
him
by
some
blue-eyed
damsel
?
But
smile
on
my
suit
,
lady
,
and
the
wounded
champion
shall
have
nothing
to
fear
from
Front-de-Boeuf
,
whom
else
thou
mayst
mourn
for
,
as
in
the
hands
of
one
who
has
never
shown
compassion
.
"
"
Save
him
,
for
the
love
of
Heaven
!
"
said
Rowena
,
her
firmness
giving
way
under
terror
for
her
lover
's
impending
fate
.
"
I
can
--
I
will
--
it
is
my
purpose
,
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
for
,
when
Rowena
consents
to
be
the
bride
of
De
Bracy
,
who
is
it
shall
dare
to
put
forth
a
violent
hand
upon
her
kinsman
--
the
son
of
her
guardian
--
the
companion
of
her
youth
?
But
it
is
thy
love
must
buy
his
protection
.
I
am
not
romantic
fool
enough
to
further
the
fortune
,
or
avert
the
fate
,
of
one
who
is
likely
to
be
a
successful
obstacle
between
me
and
my
wishes
.
Use
thine
influence
with
me
in
his
behalf
,
and
he
is
safe
,
--
refuse
to
employ
it
,
Wilfred
dies
,
and
thou
thyself
art
not
the
nearer
to
freedom
.
"
"
Thy
language
,
"
answered
Rowena
,
"
hath
in
its
indifferent
bluntness
something
which
can
not
be
reconciled
with
the
horrors
it
seems
to
express
.
I
believe
not
that
thy
purpose
is
so
wicked
,
or
thy
power
so
great
.
"
"
Flatter
thyself
,
then
,
with
that
belief
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
"
until
time
shall
prove
it
false
.
Thy
lover
lies
wounded
in
this
castle
--
thy
preferred
lover
.
He
is
a
bar
betwixt
Front-de-Boeuf
and
that
which
Front-de-Boeuf
loves
better
than
either
ambition
or
beauty
.
What
will
it
cost
beyond
the
blow
of
a
poniard
,
or
the
thrust
of
a
javelin
,
to
silence
his
opposition
for
ever
?
Nay
,
were
Front-de-Boeuf
afraid
to
justify
a
deed
so
open
,
let
the
leech
but
give
his
patient
a
wrong
draught
--
let
the
chamberlain
,
or
the
nurse
who
tends
him
,
but
pluck
the
pillow
from
his
head
,
and
Wilfred
in
his
present
condition
,
is
sped
without
the
effusion
of
blood
.
Cedric
also
--
"
"
And
Cedric
also
,
"
said
Rowena
,
repeating
his
words
;
"
my
noble
--
my
generous
guardian
!
I
deserved
the
evil
I
have
encountered
,
for
forgetting
his
fate
even
in
that
of
his
son
!
"
"
Cedric
's
fate
also
depends
upon
thy
determination
,
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
and
I
leave
thee
to
form
it
.
"
