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"
The
dying
man
,
knaves
!
"
rejoined
the
Baron
;
"
I
promise
thee
we
shall
all
be
dying
men
an
we
stand
not
to
it
the
more
stoutly
.
But
I
will
relieve
the
guard
upon
this
caitiff
companion
of
yours
.
--
Here
,
Urfried
--
hag
--
fiend
of
a
Saxon
witch
--
hearest
me
not
?
--
tend
me
this
bedridden
fellow
since
he
must
needs
be
tended
,
whilst
these
knaves
use
their
weapons
.
--
Here
be
two
arblasts
,
comrades
,
with
windlaces
and
quarrells
--
to
the
barbican
with
you
,
and
see
you
drive
each
bolt
through
a
Saxon
brain
.
"
The
men
,
who
,
like
most
of
their
description
,
were
fond
of
enterprise
and
detested
inaction
,
went
joyfully
to
the
scene
of
danger
as
they
were
commanded
,
and
thus
the
charge
of
Ivanhoe
was
transferred
to
Urfried
,
or
Ulrica
.
But
she
,
whose
brain
was
burning
with
remembrance
of
injuries
and
with
hopes
of
vengeance
,
was
readily
induced
to
devolve
upon
Rebecca
the
care
of
her
patient
.
Ascend
the
watch-tower
yonder
,
valiant
soldier
,
Look
on
the
field
,
and
say
how
goes
the
battle
.
Schiller
's
Maid
of
Orleans
A
moment
of
peril
is
often
also
a
moment
of
open-hearted
kindness
and
affection
.
We
are
thrown
off
our
guard
by
the
general
agitation
of
our
feelings
,
and
betray
the
intensity
of
those
,
which
,
at
more
tranquil
periods
,
our
prudence
at
least
conceals
,
if
it
can
not
altogether
suppress
them
.
In
finding
herself
once
more
by
the
side
of
Ivanhoe
,
Rebecca
was
astonished
at
the
keen
sensation
of
pleasure
which
she
experienced
,
even
at
a
time
when
all
around
them
both
was
danger
,
if
not
despair
.
As
she
felt
his
pulse
,
and
enquired
after
his
health
,
there
was
a
softness
in
her
touch
and
in
her
accents
implying
a
kinder
interest
than
she
would
herself
have
been
pleased
to
have
voluntarily
expressed
.
Her
voice
faltered
and
her
hand
trembled
,
and
it
was
only
the
cold
question
of
Ivanhoe
,
"
Is
it
you
,
gentle
maiden
?
"
which
recalled
her
to
herself
,
and
reminded
her
the
sensations
which
she
felt
were
not
and
could
not
be
mutual
.
A
sigh
escaped
,
but
it
was
scarce
audible
;
and
the
questions
which
she
asked
the
knight
concerning
his
state
of
health
were
put
in
the
tone
of
calm
friendship
.
Ivanhoe
answered
her
hastily
that
he
was
,
in
point
of
health
,
as
well
,
and
better
than
he
could
have
expected
--
"
Thanks
,
"
he
said
,
"
dear
Rebecca
,
to
thy
helpful
skill
.
"
"
He
calls
me
DEAR
Rebecca
,
"
said
the
maiden
to
herself
,
"
but
it
is
in
the
cold
and
careless
tone
which
ill
suits
the
word
.
His
war-horse
--
his
hunting
hound
,
are
dearer
to
him
than
the
despised
Jewess
!
"
"
My
mind
,
gentle
maiden
,
"
continued
Ivanhoe
,
"
is
more
disturbed
by
anxiety
,
than
my
body
with
pain
.
From
the
speeches
of
those
men
who
were
my
warders
just
now
,
I
learn
that
I
am
a
prisoner
,
and
,
if
I
judge
aright
of
the
loud
hoarse
voice
which
even
now
dispatched
them
hence
on
some
military
duty
,
I
am
in
the
castle
of
Front-de-Boeuf
--
If
so
,
how
will
this
end
,
or
how
can
I
protect
Rowena
and
my
father
?
"
"
He
names
not
the
Jew
or
Jewess
,
"
said
Rebecca
internally
;
"
yet
what
is
our
portion
in
him
,
and
how
justly
am
I
punished
by
Heaven
for
letting
my
thoughts
dwell
upon
him
!
"
She
hastened
after
this
brief
self-accusation
to
give
Ivanhoe
what
information
she
could
;
but
it
amounted
only
to
this
,
that
the
Templar
Bois-Guilbert
,
and
the
Baron
Front-de-Boeuf
,
were
commanders
within
the
castle
;
that
it
was
beleaguered
from
without
,
but
by
whom
she
knew
not
.
She
added
,
that
there
was
a
Christian
priest
within
the
castle
who
might
be
possessed
of
more
information
.
