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The
slave
Wamba
has
this
day
saved
the
life
of
my
father
Cedric
--
I
will
lose
mine
ere
a
hair
of
his
head
be
injured
.
"
"
Thy
affianced
bride
?
--
The
Lady
Rowena
the
affianced
bride
of
a
vassal
like
thee
?
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
Saxon
,
thou
dreamest
that
the
days
of
thy
seven
kingdoms
are
returned
again
.
I
tell
thee
,
the
Princes
of
the
House
of
Anjou
confer
not
their
wards
on
men
of
such
lineage
as
thine
.
"
"
My
lineage
,
proud
Norman
,
"
replied
Athelstane
,
"
is
drawn
from
a
source
more
pure
and
ancient
than
that
of
a
beggarly
Frenchman
,
whose
living
is
won
by
selling
the
blood
of
the
thieves
whom
he
assembles
under
his
paltry
standard
.
Kings
were
my
ancestors
,
strong
in
war
and
wise
in
council
,
who
every
day
feasted
in
their
hall
more
hundreds
than
thou
canst
number
individual
followers
;
whose
names
have
been
sung
by
minstrels
,
and
their
laws
recorded
by
Wittenagemotes
;
whose
bones
were
interred
amid
the
prayers
of
saints
,
and
over
whose
tombs
minsters
have
been
builded
.
"
"
Thou
hast
it
,
De
Bracy
,
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
well
pleased
with
the
rebuff
which
his
companion
had
received
;
"
the
Saxon
hath
hit
thee
fairly
.
"
"
As
fairly
as
a
captive
can
strike
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
with
apparent
carelessness
;
"
for
he
whose
hands
are
tied
should
have
his
tongue
at
freedom
.
--
But
thy
glibness
of
reply
,
comrade
,
"
rejoined
he
,
speaking
to
Athelstane
,
"
will
not
win
the
freedom
of
the
Lady
Rowena
.
"
To
this
Athelstane
,
who
had
already
made
a
longer
speech
than
was
his
custom
to
do
on
any
topic
,
however
interesting
,
returned
no
answer
.
The
conversation
was
interrupted
by
the
arrival
of
a
menial
,
who
announced
that
a
monk
demanded
admittance
at
the
postern
gate
.
"
In
the
name
of
Saint
Bennet
,
the
prince
of
these
bull-beggars
,
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
have
we
a
real
monk
this
time
,
or
another
impostor
?
Search
him
,
slaves
--
for
an
ye
suffer
a
second
impostor
to
be
palmed
upon
you
,
I
will
have
your
eyes
torn
out
,
and
hot
coals
put
into
the
sockets
.
"
"
Let
me
endure
the
extremity
of
your
anger
,
my
lord
,
"
said
Giles
,
"
if
this
be
not
a
real
shaveling
.
Your
squire
Jocelyn
knows
him
well
,
and
will
vouch
him
to
be
brother
Ambrose
,
a
monk
in
attendance
upon
the
Prior
of
Jorvaulx
.
"
"
Admit
him
,
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
;
"
most
likely
he
brings
us
news
from
his
jovial
master
.
Surely
the
devil
keeps
holiday
,
and
the
priests
are
relieved
from
duty
,
that
they
are
strolling
thus
wildly
through
the
country
.
Remove
these
prisoners
;
and
,
Saxon
,
think
on
what
thou
hast
heard
.
"
