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"
A
Christian
priest
!
"
said
the
knight
,
joyfully
;
"
fetch
him
hither
,
Rebecca
,
if
thou
canst
--
say
a
sick
man
desires
his
ghostly
counsel
--
say
what
thou
wilt
,
but
bring
him
--
something
I
must
do
or
attempt
,
but
how
can
I
determine
until
I
know
how
matters
stand
without
?
"
Rebecca
in
compliance
with
the
wishes
of
Ivanhoe
,
made
that
attempt
to
bring
Cedric
into
the
wounded
Knight
's
chamber
,
which
was
defeated
as
we
have
already
seen
by
the
interference
of
Urfried
,
who
had
also
been
on
the
watch
to
intercept
the
supposed
monk
.
Rebecca
retired
to
communicate
to
Ivanhoe
the
result
of
her
errand
.
They
had
not
much
leisure
to
regret
the
failure
of
this
source
of
intelligence
,
or
to
contrive
by
what
means
it
might
be
supplied
;
for
the
noise
within
the
castle
,
occasioned
by
the
defensive
preparations
which
had
been
considerable
for
some
time
,
now
increased
into
tenfold
bustle
and
clamour
.
The
heavy
,
yet
hasty
step
of
the
men-at-arms
,
traversed
the
battlements
or
resounded
on
the
narrow
and
winding
passages
and
stairs
which
led
to
the
various
bartisans
and
points
of
defence
.
The
voices
of
the
knights
were
heard
,
animating
their
followers
,
or
directing
means
of
defence
,
while
their
commands
were
often
drowned
in
the
clashing
of
armour
,
or
the
clamorous
shouts
of
those
whom
they
addressed
.
Tremendous
as
these
sounds
were
,
and
yet
more
terrible
from
the
awful
event
which
they
presaged
,
there
was
a
sublimity
mixed
with
them
,
which
Rebecca
's
high-toned
mind
could
feel
even
in
that
moment
of
terror
.
Her
eye
kindled
,
although
the
blood
fled
from
her
cheeks
;
and
there
was
a
strong
mixture
of
fear
,
and
of
a
thrilling
sense
of
the
sublime
,
as
she
repeated
,
half
whispering
to
herself
,
half
speaking
to
her
companion
,
the
sacred
text
,
--
"
The
quiver
rattleth
--
the
glittering
spear
and
the
shield
--
the
noise
of
the
captains
and
the
shouting
!
"
But
Ivanhoe
was
like
the
war-horse
of
that
sublime
passage
,
glowing
with
impatience
at
his
inactivity
,
and
with
his
ardent
desire
to
mingle
in
the
affray
of
which
these
sounds
were
the
introduction
.
"
If
I
could
but
drag
myself
,
"
he
said
,
"
to
yonder
window
,
that
I
might
see
how
this
brave
game
is
like
to
go
--
If
I
had
but
bow
to
shoot
a
shaft
,
or
battle-axe
to
strike
were
it
but
a
single
blow
for
our
deliverance
!
--
It
is
in
vain
--
it
is
in
vain
--
I
am
alike
nerveless
and
weaponless
!
"
"
Fret
not
thyself
,
noble
knight
,
"
answered
Rebecca
,
"
the
sounds
have
ceased
of
a
sudden
--
it
may
be
they
join
not
battle
.
"
"
Thou
knowest
nought
of
it
,
"
said
Wilfred
,
impatiently
;
"
this
dead
pause
only
shows
that
the
men
are
at
their
posts
on
the
walls
,
and
expecting
an
instant
attack
;
what
we
have
heard
was
but
the
instant
muttering
of
the
storm
--
it
will
burst
anon
in
all
its
fury
.
--
Could
I
but
reach
yonder
window
!
"
"
Thou
wilt
but
injure
thyself
by
the
attempt
,
noble
knight
,
"
replied
his
attendant
.
Observing
his
extreme
solicitude
,
she
firmly
added
,
"
I
myself
will
stand
at
the
lattice
,
and
describe
to
you
as
I
can
what
passes
without
.
"
"
You
must
not
--
you
shall
not
!
"
exclaimed
Ivanhoe
;
"
each
lattice
,
each
aperture
,
will
be
soon
a
mark
for
the
archers
;
some
random
shaft
--
"
"
It
shall
be
welcome
!
"
murmured
Rebecca
,
as
with
firm
pace
she
ascended
two
or
three
steps
,
which
led
to
the
window
of
which
they
spoke
.
