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During
the
interval
of
quiet
which
followed
the
first
success
of
the
besiegers
,
while
the
one
party
was
preparing
to
pursue
their
advantage
,
and
the
other
to
strengthen
their
means
of
defence
,
the
Templar
and
De
Bracy
held
brief
council
together
in
the
hall
of
the
castle
.
"
Where
is
Front-de-Boeuf
?
"
said
the
latter
,
who
had
superintended
the
defence
of
the
fortress
on
the
other
side
;
"
men
say
he
hath
been
slain
.
"
"
He
lives
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
coolly
,
"
lives
as
yet
;
but
had
he
worn
the
bull
's
head
of
which
he
bears
the
name
,
and
ten
plates
of
iron
to
fence
it
withal
,
he
must
have
gone
down
before
yonder
fatal
axe
.
Yet
a
few
hours
,
and
Front-de-Boeuf
is
with
his
fathers
--
a
powerful
limb
lopped
off
Prince
John
's
enterprise
.
"
"
And
a
brave
addition
to
the
kingdom
of
Satan
,
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
this
comes
of
reviling
saints
and
angels
,
and
ordering
images
of
holy
things
and
holy
men
to
be
flung
down
on
the
heads
of
these
rascaille
yeomen
.
"
"
Go
to
--
thou
art
a
fool
,
"
said
the
Templar
;
"
thy
superstition
is
upon
a
level
with
Front-de-Boeuf
's
want
of
faith
;
neither
of
you
can
render
a
reason
for
your
belief
or
unbelief
.
"
"
Benedicite
,
Sir
Templar
,
"
replied
De
Bracy
,
"
pray
you
to
keep
better
rule
with
your
tongue
when
I
am
the
theme
of
it
.
By
the
Mother
of
Heaven
,
I
am
a
better
Christian
man
than
thou
and
thy
fellowship
;
for
the
bruit
goeth
shrewdly
out
,
that
the
most
holy
Order
of
the
Temple
of
Zion
nurseth
not
a
few
heretics
within
its
bosom
,
and
that
Sir
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
is
of
the
number
.
"
"
Care
not
thou
for
such
reports
,
"
said
the
Templar
;
"
but
let
us
think
of
making
good
the
castle
.
--
How
fought
these
villain
yeomen
on
thy
side
?
"
"
Like
fiends
incarnate
,
"
said
De
Bracy
.
"
They
swarmed
close
up
to
the
walls
,
headed
,
as
I
think
,
by
the
knave
who
won
the
prize
at
the
archery
,
for
I
knew
his
horn
and
baldric
.
And
this
is
old
Fitzurse
's
boasted
policy
,
encouraging
these
malapert
knaves
to
rebel
against
us
!
Had
I
not
been
armed
in
proof
,
the
villain
had
marked
me
down
seven
times
with
as
little
remorse
as
if
I
had
been
a
buck
in
season
.
He
told
every
rivet
on
my
armour
with
a
cloth-yard
shaft
,
that
rapped
against
my
ribs
with
as
little
compunction
as
if
my
bones
had
been
of
iron
--
But
that
I
wore
a
shirt
of
Spanish
mail
under
my
plate-coat
,
I
had
been
fairly
sped
.
"
"
But
you
maintained
your
post
?
"
said
the
Templar
.
"
We
lost
the
outwork
on
our
part
.
"
