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"
Ha
!
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
thou
changest
thy
tone
,
Sir
Priest
,
and
speakest
brief
and
bold
,
as
if
thy
heart
were
in
the
slaughter
of
the
Saxon
herd
;
and
yet
thou
art
thyself
of
kindred
to
the
swine
?
"
Cedric
was
no
ready
practiser
of
the
art
of
dissimulation
,
and
would
at
this
moment
have
been
much
the
better
of
a
hint
from
Wamba
's
more
fertile
brain
.
But
necessity
,
according
to
the
ancient
proverb
,
sharpens
invention
,
and
he
muttered
something
under
his
cowl
concerning
the
men
in
question
being
excommunicated
outlaws
both
to
church
and
to
kingdom
.
"
Despardieux
,
"
answered
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
thou
hast
spoken
the
very
truth
--
I
forgot
that
the
knaves
can
strip
a
fat
abbot
,
as
well
as
if
they
had
been
born
south
of
yonder
salt
channel
.
Was
it
not
he
of
St
Ives
whom
they
tied
to
an
oak-tree
,
and
compelled
to
sing
a
mass
while
they
were
rifling
his
mails
and
his
wallets
?
--
No
,
by
our
Lady
--
that
jest
was
played
by
Gualtier
of
Middleton
,
one
of
our
own
companions-at-arms
.
But
they
were
Saxons
who
robbed
the
chapel
at
St
Bees
of
cup
,
candlestick
and
chalice
,
were
they
not
?
"
"
They
were
godless
men
,
"
answered
Cedric
.
"
Ay
,
and
they
drank
out
all
the
good
wine
and
ale
that
lay
in
store
for
many
a
secret
carousal
,
when
ye
pretend
ye
are
but
busied
with
vigils
and
primes
!
--
Priest
,
thou
art
bound
to
revenge
such
sacrilege
.
"
"
I
am
indeed
bound
to
vengeance
,
"
murmured
Cedric
;
"
Saint
Withold
knows
my
heart
.
"
Front-de-Boeuf
,
in
the
meanwhile
,
led
the
way
to
a
postern
,
where
,
passing
the
moat
on
a
single
plank
,
they
reached
a
small
barbican
,
or
exterior
defence
,
which
communicated
with
the
open
field
by
a
well-fortified
sallyport
.
"
Begone
,
then
;
and
if
thou
wilt
do
mine
errand
,
and
if
thou
return
hither
when
it
is
done
,
thou
shalt
see
Saxon
flesh
cheap
as
ever
was
hog
's
in
the
shambles
of
Sheffield
.
And
,
hark
thee
,
thou
seemest
to
be
a
jolly
confessor
--
come
hither
after
the
onslaught
,
and
thou
shalt
have
as
much
Malvoisie
as
would
drench
thy
whole
convent
.
"
"
Assuredly
we
shall
meet
again
,
"
answered
Cedric
.
