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"
Brother
priest
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
"
all
this
we
know
or
guess
at
--
tell
us
plainly
,
is
thy
master
,
the
Prior
,
made
prisoner
,
and
to
whom
?
"
"
Surely
,
"
said
Ambrose
,
"
he
is
in
the
hands
of
the
men
of
Belial
,
infesters
of
these
woods
,
and
contemners
of
the
holy
text
,
Touch
not
mine
anointed
,
and
do
my
prophets
naught
of
evil
.
"
"
Here
is
a
new
argument
for
our
swords
,
sirs
,
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
,
turning
to
his
companions
;
"
and
so
,
instead
of
reaching
us
any
assistance
,
the
Prior
of
Jorvaulx
requests
aid
at
our
hands
?
a
man
is
well
helped
of
these
lazy
churchmen
when
he
hath
most
to
do
!
--
But
speak
out
,
priest
,
and
say
at
once
,
what
doth
thy
master
expect
from
us
?
"
"
So
please
you
,
"
said
Ambrose
,
"
violent
hands
having
been
imposed
on
my
reverend
superior
,
contrary
to
the
holy
ordinance
which
I
did
already
quote
,
and
the
men
of
Belial
having
rifled
his
mails
and
budgets
,
and
stripped
him
of
two
hundred
marks
of
pure
refined
gold
,
they
do
yet
demand
of
him
a
large
sum
beside
,
ere
they
will
suffer
him
to
depart
from
their
uncircumcised
hands
.
Wherefore
the
reverend
father
in
God
prays
you
,
as
his
dear
friends
,
to
rescue
him
,
either
by
paying
down
the
ransom
at
which
they
hold
him
,
or
by
force
of
arms
,
at
your
best
discretion
.
"
"
The
foul
fiend
quell
the
Prior
!
"
said
Front-de-Boeuf
;
"
his
morning
's
drought
has
been
a
deep
one
.
When
did
thy
master
hear
of
a
Norman
baron
unbuckling
his
purse
to
relieve
a
churchman
,
whose
bags
are
ten
times
as
weighty
as
ours
?
--
And
how
can
we
do
aught
by
valour
to
free
him
,
that
are
cooped
up
here
by
ten
times
our
number
,
and
expect
an
assault
every
moment
?
"
"
And
that
was
what
I
was
about
to
tell
you
,
"
said
the
monk
,
"
had
your
hastiness
allowed
me
time
.
But
,
God
help
me
,
I
am
old
,
and
these
foul
onslaughts
distract
an
aged
man
's
brain
.
Nevertheless
,
it
is
of
verity
that
they
assemble
a
camp
,
and
raise
a
bank
against
the
walls
of
this
castle
.
"
"
To
the
battlements
!
"
cried
De
Bracy
,
"
and
let
us
mark
what
these
knaves
do
without
;
"
and
so
saying
,
he
opened
a
latticed
window
which
led
to
a
sort
of
bartisan
or
projecting
balcony
,
and
immediately
called
from
thence
to
those
in
the
apartment
--
"
Saint
Dennis
,
but
the
old
monk
hath
brought
true
tidings
!
--
They
bring
forward
mantelets
and
pavisses
,
and
the
archers
muster
on
the
skirts
of
the
wood
like
a
dark
cloud
before
a
hailstorm
.
"
Reginald
Front-de-Boeuf
also
looked
out
upon
the
field
,
and
immediately
snatched
his
bugle
;
and
,
after
winding
a
long
and
loud
blast
,
commanded
his
men
to
their
posts
on
the
walls
.
"
De
Bracy
,
look
to
the
eastern
side
,
where
the
walls
are
lowest
--
Noble
Bois-Guilbert
,
thy
trade
hath
well
taught
thee
how
to
attack
and
defend
,
look
thou
to
the
western
side
--
I
myself
will
take
post
at
the
barbican
.
Yet
,
do
not
confine
your
exertions
to
any
one
spot
,
noble
friends
!
--
we
must
this
day
be
everywhere
,
and
multiply
ourselves
,
were
it
possible
,
so
as
to
carry
by
our
presence
succour
and
relief
wherever
the
attack
is
hottest
.
Our
numbers
are
few
,
but
activity
and
courage
may
supply
that
defect
,
since
we
have
only
to
do
with
rascal
clowns
.
"
