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"
The
spell
lies
in
two
words
,
"
replied
Wamba
--
"
'
Pax
vobiscum
'
will
answer
all
queries
.
If
you
go
or
come
,
eat
or
drink
,
bless
or
ban
,
Pax
vobiscum
carries
you
through
it
all
.
It
is
as
useful
to
a
friar
as
a
broomstick
to
a
witch
,
or
a
wand
to
a
conjurer
.
Speak
it
but
thus
,
in
a
deep
grave
tone
,
--
Pax
vobiscum
!
--
it
is
irresistible
--
Watch
and
ward
,
knight
and
squire
,
foot
and
horse
,
it
acts
as
a
charm
upon
them
all
.
I
think
,
if
they
bring
me
out
to
be
hanged
to-morrow
,
as
is
much
to
be
doubted
they
may
,
I
will
try
its
weight
upon
the
finisher
of
the
sentence
.
"
"
If
such
prove
the
case
,
"
said
the
master
,
"
my
religious
orders
are
soon
taken
--
Pax
vobiscum
.
I
trust
I
shall
remember
the
pass-word
.
--
Noble
Athelstane
,
farewell
;
and
farewell
,
my
poor
boy
,
whose
heart
might
make
amends
for
a
weaker
head
--
I
will
save
you
,
or
return
and
die
with
you
.
The
royal
blood
of
our
Saxon
kings
shall
not
be
spilt
while
mine
beats
in
my
veins
;
nor
shall
one
hair
fall
from
the
head
of
the
kind
knave
who
risked
himself
for
his
master
,
if
Cedric
's
peril
can
prevent
it
.
--
Farewell
.
"
"
Farewell
,
noble
Cedric
,
"
said
Athelstane
;
"
remember
it
is
the
true
part
of
a
friar
to
accept
refreshment
,
if
you
are
offered
any
.
"
"
Farewell
,
uncle
,
"
added
Wamba
;
"
and
remember
Pax
vobiscum
.
"
Thus
exhorted
,
Cedric
sallied
forth
upon
his
expedition
;
and
it
was
not
long
ere
he
had
occasion
to
try
the
force
of
that
spell
which
his
Jester
had
recommended
as
omnipotent
.
In
a
low-arched
and
dusky
passage
,
by
which
he
endeavoured
to
work
his
way
to
the
hall
of
the
castle
,
he
was
interrupted
by
a
female
form
.
"
Pax
vobiscum
!
"
said
the
pseudo
friar
,
and
was
endeavouring
to
hurry
past
,
when
a
soft
voice
replied
,
"
Et
vobis
--
quaso
,
domine
reverendissime
,
pro
misericordia
vestra
.
"
"
I
am
somewhat
deaf
,
"
replied
Cedric
,
in
good
Saxon
,
and
at
the
same
time
muttered
to
himself
,
"
A
curse
on
the
fool
and
his
Pax
vobiscum
!
I
have
lost
my
javelin
at
the
first
cast
.
"
It
was
,
however
,
no
unusual
thing
for
a
priest
of
those
days
to
be
deaf
of
his
Latin
ear
,
and
this
the
person
who
now
addressed
Cedric
knew
full
well
.
"
I
pray
you
of
dear
love
,
reverend
father
,
"
she
replied
in
his
own
language
,
"
that
you
will
deign
to
visit
with
your
ghostly
comfort
a
wounded
prisoner
of
this
castle
,
and
have
such
compassion
upon
him
and
us
as
thy
holy
office
teaches
--
Never
shall
good
deed
so
highly
advantage
thy
convent
.
"
