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As
she
spoke
this
,
she
clasped
her
hands
and
extended
them
towards
heaven
,
as
if
imploring
mercy
on
her
soul
before
she
made
the
final
plunge
.
The
Templar
hesitated
,
and
a
resolution
which
had
never
yielded
to
pity
or
distress
,
gave
way
to
his
admiration
of
her
fortitude
.
"
Come
down
,
"
he
said
,
"
rash
girl
!
--
I
swear
by
earth
,
and
sea
,
and
sky
,
I
will
offer
thee
no
offence
.
"
"
I
will
not
trust
thee
,
Templar
,
"
said
Rebecca
;
thou
hast
taught
me
better
how
to
estimate
the
virtues
of
thine
Order
.
The
next
Preceptory
would
grant
thee
absolution
for
an
oath
,
the
keeping
of
which
concerned
nought
but
the
honour
or
the
dishonour
of
a
miserable
Jewish
maiden
.
"
"
You
do
me
injustice
,
"
exclaimed
the
Templar
fervently
;
"
I
swear
to
you
by
the
name
which
I
bear
--
by
the
cross
on
my
bosom
--
by
the
sword
on
my
side
--
by
the
ancient
crest
of
my
fathers
do
I
swear
,
I
will
do
thee
no
injury
whatsoever
!
If
not
for
thyself
,
yet
for
thy
father
's
sake
forbear
!
I
will
be
his
friend
,
and
in
this
castle
he
will
need
a
powerful
one
.
"
Alas
!
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
I
know
it
but
too
well
--
dare
I
trust
thee
?
"
"
May
my
arms
be
reversed
,
and
my
name
dishonoured
,
"
said
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
,
"
if
thou
shalt
have
reason
to
complain
of
me
!
Many
a
law
,
many
a
commandment
have
I
broken
,
but
my
word
never
.
"
"
I
will
then
trust
thee
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
thus
far
;
"
and
she
descended
from
the
verge
of
the
battlement
,
but
remained
standing
close
by
one
of
the
embrasures
,
or
"
machicolles
"
,
as
they
were
then
called
.
--
"
Here
,
"
she
said
,
"
I
take
my
stand
.
Remain
where
thou
art
,
and
if
thou
shalt
attempt
to
diminish
by
one
step
the
distance
now
between
us
,
thou
shalt
see
that
the
Jewish
maiden
will
rather
trust
her
soul
with
God
,
than
her
honour
to
the
Templar
!
"
While
Rebecca
spoke
thus
,
her
high
and
firm
resolve
,
which
corresponded
so
well
with
the
expressive
beauty
of
her
countenance
,
gave
to
her
looks
,
air
,
and
manner
,
a
dignity
that
seemed
more
than
mortal
.
Her
glance
quailed
not
,
her
cheek
blanched
not
,
for
the
fear
of
a
fate
so
instant
and
so
horrible
;
on
the
contrary
,
the
thought
that
she
had
her
fate
at
her
command
,
and
could
escape
at
will
from
infamy
to
death
,
gave
a
yet
deeper
colour
of
carnation
to
her
complexion
,
and
a
yet
more
brilliant
fire
to
her
eye
.
Bois-Guilbert
,
proud
himself
and
high-spirited
,
thought
he
had
never
beheld
beauty
so
animated
and
so
commanding
.
"
Let
there
be
peace
between
us
,
Rebecca
,
"
he
said
.
"
Peace
,
if
thou
wilt
,
"
answered
Rebecca
--
"
Peace
--
but
with
this
space
between
.
"
"
Thou
needst
no
longer
fear
me
,
"
said
Bois-Guilbert
.
