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"
Ay
,
noble
sir
,
"
said
Wamba
,
"
and
thence
goes
the
proverb
--
'
Norman
saw
on
English
oak
,
On
English
neck
a
Norman
yoke
;
Norman
spoon
in
English
dish
,
And
England
ruled
as
Normans
wish
;
Blithe
world
to
England
never
will
be
more
,
Till
England
's
rid
of
all
the
four
.
'
"
"
Thou
dost
well
,
De
Bracy
,
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
to
stand
there
listening
to
a
fool
's
jargon
,
when
destruction
is
gaping
for
us
!
Seest
thou
not
we
are
overreached
,
and
that
our
proposed
mode
of
communicating
with
our
friends
without
has
been
disconcerted
by
this
same
motley
gentleman
thou
art
so
fond
to
brother
?
What
views
have
we
to
expect
but
instant
storm
?
"
"
To
the
battlements
then
,
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
when
didst
thou
ever
see
me
the
graver
for
the
thoughts
of
battle
?
Call
the
Templar
yonder
,
and
let
him
fight
but
half
so
well
for
his
life
as
he
has
done
for
his
Order
--
Make
thou
to
the
walls
thyself
with
thy
huge
body
--
Let
me
do
my
poor
endeavour
in
my
own
way
,
and
I
tell
thee
the
Saxon
outlaws
may
as
well
attempt
to
scale
the
clouds
,
as
the
castle
of
Torquilstone
;
or
,
if
you
will
treat
with
the
banditti
,
why
not
employ
the
mediation
of
this
worthy
franklin
,
who
seems
in
such
deep
contemplation
of
the
wine-flagon
?
--
Here
,
Saxon
,
"
he
continued
,
addressing
Athelstane
,
and
handing
the
cup
to
him
,
"
rinse
thy
throat
with
that
noble
liquor
,
and
rouse
up
thy
soul
to
say
what
thou
wilt
do
for
thy
liberty
.
"
"
What
a
man
of
mould
may
,
"
answered
Athelstane
,
"
providing
it
be
what
a
man
of
manhood
ought
.
