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Thou
hast
been
my
evil
angel
,
and
I
will
be
thine
--
I
will
dog
thee
till
the
very
instant
of
dissolution
!
"
"
Detestable
fury
!
"
exclaimed
Front-de-Boeuf
,
"
that
moment
shalt
thou
never
witness
--
Ho
!
Giles
,
Clement
,
and
Eustace
!
Saint
Maur
,
and
Stephen
!
seize
this
damned
witch
,
and
hurl
her
from
the
battlements
headlong
--
she
has
betrayed
us
to
the
Saxon
!
--
Ho
!
Saint
Maur
!
Clement
!
false-hearted
,
knaves
,
where
tarry
ye
?
"
"
Call
on
them
again
,
valiant
Baron
,
"
said
the
hag
,
with
a
smile
of
grisly
mockery
;
"
summon
thy
vassals
around
thee
,
doom
them
that
loiter
to
the
scourge
and
the
dungeon
--
But
know
,
mighty
chief
,
"
she
continued
,
suddenly
changing
her
tone
,
"
thou
shalt
have
neither
answer
,
nor
aid
,
nor
obedience
at
their
hands
.
--
Listen
to
these
horrid
sounds
,
"
for
the
din
of
the
recommenced
assault
and
defence
now
rung
fearfully
loud
from
the
battlements
of
the
castle
;
"
in
that
war-cry
is
the
downfall
of
thy
house
--
The
blood-cemented
fabric
of
Front-de-Boeuf
's
power
totters
to
the
foundation
,
and
before
the
foes
he
most
despised
!
--
The
Saxon
,
Reginald
!
--
the
scorned
Saxon
assails
thy
walls
!
--
Why
liest
thou
here
,
like
a
worn-out
hind
,
when
the
Saxon
storms
thy
place
of
strength
?
"
"
Gods
and
fiends
!
"
exclaimed
the
wounded
knight
;
"
O
,
for
one
moment_s
strength
,
to
drag
myself
to
the
melee
,
and
perish
as
becomes
my
name
!
"
"
Think
not
of
it
,
valiant
warrior
!
"
replied
she
;
"
thou
shalt
die
no
soldier
's
death
,
but
perish
like
the
fox
in
his
den
,
when
the
peasants
have
set
fire
to
the
cover
around
it
.
"
"
Hateful
hag
!
thou
liest
!
"
exclaimed
Front-de-Boeuf
;
"
my
followers
bear
them
bravely
--
my
walls
are
strong
and
high
--
my
comrades
in
arms
fear
not
a
whole
host
of
Saxons
,
were
they
headed
by
Hengist
and
Horsa
!
--
The
war-cry
of
the
Templar
and
of
the
Free
Companions
rises
high
over
the
conflict
!
And
by
mine
honour
,
when
we
kindle
the
blazing
beacon
,
for
joy
of
our
defence
,
it
shall
consume
thee
,
body
and
bones
;
and
I
shall
live
to
hear
thou
art
gone
from
earthly
fires
to
those
of
that
hell
,
which
never
sent
forth
an
incarnate
fiend
more
utterly
diabolical
!
"
"
Hold
thy
belief
,
"
replied
Ulrica
,
"
till
the
proof
reach
thee
--
But
,
no
!
"
she
said
,
interrupting
herself
,
"
thou
shalt
know
,
even
now
,
the
doom
,
which
all
thy
power
,
strength
,
and
courage
,
is
unable
to
avoid
,
though
it
is
prepared
for
thee
by
this
feeble
band
.
Markest
thou
the
smouldering
and
suffocating
vapour
which
already
eddies
in
sable
folds
through
the
chamber
?
--
Didst
thou
think
it
was
but
the
darkening
of
thy
bursting
eyes
--
the
difficulty
of
thy
cumbered
breathing
?
--
No
!
Front-de-Boeuf
,
there
is
another
cause
--
Rememberest
thou
the
magazine
of
fuel
that
is
stored
beneath
these
apartments
?
"
"
Woman
!
"
he
exclaimed
with
fury
,
"
thou
hast
not
set
fire
to
it
?
--
By
heaven
,
thou
hast
,
and
the
castle
is
in
flames
!
"
"
They
are
fast
rising
at
least
,
"
said
Ulrica
,
with
frightful
composure
;
"
and
a
signal
shall
soon
wave
to
warn
the
besiegers
to
press
hard
upon
those
who
would
extinguish
them
.
--
Farewell
,
Front-de-Boeuf
!
--
May
Mista
,
Skogula
,
and
Zernebock
,
gods
of
the
ancient
Saxons
--
fiends
,
as
the
priests
now
call
them
--
supply
the
place
of
comforters
at
your
dying
bed
,
which
Ulrica
now
relinquishes
!
--
But
know
,
if
it
will
give
thee
comfort
to
know
it
,
that
Ulrica
is
bound
to
the
same
dark
coast
with
thyself
,
the
companion
of
thy
punishment
as
the
companion
of
thy
guilt
.
--
And
now
,
parricide
,
farewell
for
ever
!
--
May
each
stone
of
this
vaulted
roof
find
a
tongue
to
echo
that
title
into
thine
ear
!
"
