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"
I
think
I
can
tell
you
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
who
just
entered
the
apartment
.
"
This
is
Cedric
's
clown
,
who
fought
so
manful
a
skirmish
with
Isaac
of
York
about
a
question
of
precedence
.
"
"
I
shall
settle
it
for
them
both
,
"
replied
Front-de-Boeuf
;
"
they
shall
hang
on
the
same
gallows
,
unless
his
master
and
this
boar
of
Coningsburgh
will
pay
well
for
their
lives
.
Their
wealth
is
the
least
they
can
surrender
;
they
must
also
carry
off
with
them
the
swarms
that
are
besetting
the
castle
,
subscribe
a
surrender
of
their
pretended
immunities
,
and
live
under
us
as
serfs
and
vassals
;
too
happy
if
,
in
the
new
world
that
is
about
to
begin
,
we
leave
them
the
breath
of
their
nostrils
.
--
Go
,
"
said
he
to
two
of
his
attendants
,
"
fetch
me
the
right
Cedric
hither
,
and
I
pardon
your
error
for
once
;
the
rather
that
you
but
mistook
a
fool
for
a
Saxon
franklin
.
"
"
Ay
,
but
,
"
said
Wamba
,
"
your
chivalrous
excellency
will
find
there
are
more
fools
than
franklins
among
us
.
"
"
What
means
the
knave
?
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
looking
towards
his
followers
,
who
,
lingering
and
loath
,
faltered
forth
their
belief
,
that
if
this
were
not
Cedric
who
was
there
in
presence
,
they
knew
not
what
was
become
of
him
.
"
Saints
of
Heaven
!
"
exclaimed
De
Bracy
,
"
he
must
have
escaped
in
the
monk
's
garments
!
"
"
Fiends
of
hell
!
"
echoed
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
it
was
then
the
boar
of
Rotherwood
whom
I
ushered
to
the
postern
,
and
dismissed
with
my
own
hands
!
--
And
thou
,
"
he
said
to
Wamba
,
"
whose
folly
could
overreach
the
wisdom
of
idiots
yet
more
gross
than
thyself
--
I
will
give
thee
holy
orders
--
I
will
shave
thy
crown
for
thee
!
--
Here
,
let
them
tear
the
scalp
from
his
head
,
and
then
pitch
him
headlong
from
the
battlements
--
Thy
trade
is
to
jest
,
canst
thou
jest
now
?
"
"
You
deal
with
me
better
than
your
word
,
noble
knight
,
"
whimpered
forth
poor
Wamba
,
whose
habits
of
buffoonery
were
not
to
be
overcome
even
by
the
immediate
prospect
of
death
;
"
if
you
give
me
the
red
cap
you
propose
,
out
of
a
simple
monk
you
will
make
a
cardinal
.
"
"
The
poor
wretch
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
"
is
resolved
to
die
in
his
vocation
.
--
Front-de-Boeuf
,
you
shall
not
slay
him
.
Give
him
to
me
to
make
sport
for
my
Free
Companions
.
--
How
sayst
thou
,
knave
?
Wilt
thou
take
heart
of
grace
,
and
go
to
the
wars
with
me
?
"
"
Ay
,
with
my
master
's
leave
,
"
said
Wamba
;
"
for
,
look
you
,
I
must
not
slip
collar
"
(
and
he
touched
that
which
he
wore
)
"
without
his
permission
.
"
"
Oh
,
a
Norman
saw
will
soon
cut
a
Saxon
collar
.
"
said
De
Bracy
.
