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Save
the
noble
Athelstane
,
my
trusty
Wamba
!
it
is
the
duty
of
each
who
has
Saxon
blood
in
his
veins
.
Thou
and
I
will
abide
together
the
utmost
rage
of
our
injurious
oppressors
,
while
he
,
free
and
safe
,
shall
arouse
the
awakened
spirits
of
our
countrymen
to
avenge
us
.
"
"
Not
so
,
father
Cedric
,
"
said
Athelstane
,
grasping
his
hand
,
--
for
,
when
roused
to
think
or
act
,
his
deeds
and
sentiments
were
not
unbecoming
his
high
race
--
"
Not
so
,
"
he
continued
;
"
I
would
rather
remain
in
this
hall
a
week
without
food
save
the
prisoner
's
stinted
loaf
,
or
drink
save
the
prisoner
's
measure
of
water
,
than
embrace
the
opportunity
to
escape
which
the
slave
's
untaught
kindness
has
purveyed
for
his
master
.
"
"
You
are
called
wise
men
,
sirs
,
"
said
the
Jester
,
"
and
I
a
crazed
fool
;
but
,
uncle
Cedric
,
and
cousin
Athelstane
,
the
fool
shall
decide
this
controversy
for
ye
,
and
save
ye
the
trouble
of
straining
courtesies
any
farther
.
I
am
like
John-a-Duck
's
mare
,
that
will
let
no
man
mount
her
but
John-a-Duck
.
I
came
to
save
my
master
,
and
if
he
will
not
consent
--
basta
--
I
can
but
go
away
home
again
.
Kind
service
can
not
be
chucked
from
hand
to
hand
like
a
shuttlecock
or
stool-ball
.
I
'll
hang
for
no
man
but
my
own
born
master
.
"
"
Go
,
then
,
noble
Cedric
,
"
said
Athelstane
,
"
neglect
not
this
opportunity
.
Your
presence
without
may
encourage
friends
to
our
rescue
--
your
remaining
here
would
ruin
us
all
.
"
"
And
is
there
any
prospect
,
then
,
of
rescue
from
without
?
"
said
Cedric
,
looking
to
the
Jester
.
"
Prospect
,
indeed
!
"
echoed
Wamba
;
"
let
me
tell
you
,
when
you
fill
my
cloak
,
you
are
wrapped
in
a
general
's
cassock
.
Five
hundred
men
are
there
without
,
and
I
was
this
morning
one
of
the
chief
leaders
.
My
fool
's
cap
was
a
casque
,
and
my
bauble
a
truncheon
.
Well
,
we
shall
see
what
good
they
will
make
by
exchanging
a
fool
for
a
wise
man
.
Truly
,
I
fear
they
will
lose
in
valour
what
they
may
gain
in
discretion
.
And
so
farewell
,
master
,
and
be
kind
to
poor
Gurth
and
his
dog
Fangs
;
and
let
my
cockscomb
hang
in
the
hall
at
Rotherwood
,
in
memory
that
I
flung
away
my
life
for
my
master
,
like
a
faithful
--
fool
.
"
The
last
word
came
out
with
a
sort
of
double
expression
,
betwixt
jest
and
earnest
.
The
tears
stood
in
Cedric
's
eyes
.
"
Thy
memory
shall
be
preserved
,
"
he
said
,
"
while
fidelity
and
affection
have
honour
upon
earth
!
But
that
I
trust
I
shall
find
the
means
of
saving
Rowena
,
and
thee
,
Athelstane
,
and
thee
,
also
,
my
poor
Wamba
,
thou
shouldst
not
overbear
me
in
this
matter
.
"
The
exchange
of
dress
was
now
accomplished
,
when
a
sudden
doubt
struck
Cedric
.
"
I
know
no
language
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
my
own
,
and
a
few
words
of
their
mincing
Norman
.
How
shall
I
bear
myself
like
a
reverend
brother
?
"
