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"
Who
is
down
?
"
cried
Ivanhoe
;
"
for
our
dear
Lady
's
sake
,
tell
me
which
has
fallen
?
"
"
The
Black
Knight
,
"
answered
Rebecca
,
faintly
;
then
instantly
again
shouted
with
joyful
eagerness
--
"
But
no
--
but
no
!
--
the
name
of
the
Lord
of
Hosts
be
blessed
!
--
he
is
on
foot
again
,
and
fights
as
if
there
were
twenty
men
's
strength
in
his
single
arm
--
His
sword
is
broken
--
he
snatches
an
axe
from
a
yeoman
--
he
presses
Front-de-Boeuf
with
blow
on
blow
--
The
giant
stoops
and
totters
like
an
oak
under
the
steel
of
the
woodman
--
he
falls
--
he
falls
!
"
"
Front-de-Boeuf
?
"
exclaimed
Ivanhoe
.
"
Front-de-Boeuf
!
"
answered
the
Jewess
;
"
his
men
rush
to
the
rescue
,
headed
by
the
haughty
Templar
--
their
united
force
compels
the
champion
to
pause
--
They
drag
Front-de-Boeuf
within
the
walls
.
"
"
The
assailants
have
won
the
barriers
,
have
they
not
?
"
said
Ivanhoe
.
"
They
have
--
they
have
!
"
exclaimed
Rebecca
--
"
and
they
press
the
besieged
hard
upon
the
outer
wall
;
some
plant
ladders
,
some
swarm
like
bees
,
and
endeavour
to
ascend
upon
the
shoulders
of
each
other
--
down
go
stones
,
beams
,
and
trunks
of
trees
upon
their
heads
,
and
as
fast
as
they
bear
the
wounded
to
the
rear
,
fresh
men
supply
their
places
in
the
assault
--
Great
God
!
hast
thou
given
men
thine
own
image
,
that
it
should
be
thus
cruelly
defaced
by
the
hands
of
their
brethren
!
"
"
Think
not
of
that
,
"
said
Ivanhoe
;
"
this
is
no
time
for
such
thoughts
--
Who
yield
?
--
who
push
their
way
?
"
"
The
ladders
are
thrown
down
,
"
replied
Rebecca
,
shuddering
;
"
the
soldiers
lie
grovelling
under
them
like
crushed
reptiles
--
The
besieged
have
the
better
.
"
"
Saint
George
strike
for
us
!
"
exclaimed
the
knight
;
"
do
the
false
yeomen
give
way
?
"
"
No
!
"
exclaimed
Rebecca
,
"
they
bear
themselves
right
yeomanly
--
the
Black
Knight
approaches
the
postern
with
his
huge
axe
--
the
thundering
blows
which
he
deals
,
you
may
hear
them
above
all
the
din
and
shouts
of
the
battle
--
Stones
and
beams
are
hailed
down
on
the
bold
champion
--
he
regards
them
no
more
than
if
they
were
thistle-down
or
feathers
!
"
