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"
Enter
freely
,
"
answered
Cedric
to
the
supposed
friar
;
"
with
what
intent
art
thou
come
hither
?
"
"
To
bid
you
prepare
yourselves
for
death
,
"
answered
the
Jester
.
"
It
is
impossible
!
"
replied
Cedric
,
starting
.
"
Fearless
and
wicked
as
they
are
,
they
dare
not
attempt
such
open
and
gratuitous
cruelty
!
"
"
Alas
!
"
said
the
Jester
,
"
to
restrain
them
by
their
sense
of
humanity
,
is
the
same
as
to
stop
a
runaway
horse
with
a
bridle
of
silk
thread
.
Bethink
thee
,
therefore
,
noble
Cedric
,
and
you
also
,
gallant
Athelstane
,
what
crimes
you
have
committed
in
the
flesh
;
for
this
very
day
will
ye
be
called
to
answer
at
a
higher
tribunal
.
"
"
Hearest
thou
this
,
Athelstane
?
"
said
Cedric
;
"
we
must
rouse
up
our
hearts
to
this
last
action
,
since
better
it
is
we
should
die
like
men
,
than
live
like
slaves
.
"
"
I
am
ready
,
"
answered
Athelstane
,
"
to
stand
the
worst
of
their
malice
,
and
shall
walk
to
my
death
with
as
much
composure
as
ever
I
did
to
my
dinner
.
"
"
Let
us
then
unto
our
holy
gear
,
father
,
"
said
Cedric
.
"
Wait
yet
a
moment
,
good
uncle
,
"
said
the
Jester
,
in
his
natural
tone
;
"
better
look
long
before
you
leap
in
the
dark
.
"
"
By
my
faith
,
"
said
Cedric
,
"
I
should
know
that
voice
!
"
"
It
is
that
of
your
trusty
slave
and
jester
,
"
answered
Wamba
,
throwing
back
his
cowl
.
"
Had
you
taken
a
fool
's
advice
formerly
,
you
would
not
have
been
here
at
all
.
