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"
Yet
first
,
let
me
say
,
"
said
De
Bracy
,
"
what
it
imports
thee
to
know
.
Wilfred
of
Ivanhoe
is
wounded
and
a
prisoner
,
and
will
perish
in
the
burning
castle
without
present
help
.
"
"
Wilfred
of
Ivanhoe
!
"
exclaimed
the
Black
Knight
--
"
prisoner
,
and
perish
!
--
The
life
of
every
man
in
the
castle
shall
answer
it
if
a
hair
of
his
head
be
singed
--
Show
me
his
chamber
!
"
"
Ascend
yonder
winding
stair
,
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
it
leads
to
his
apartment
--
Wilt
thou
not
accept
my
guidance
?
"
he
added
,
in
a
submissive
voice
.
"
No
.
To
the
barbican
,
and
there
wait
my
orders
.
I
trust
thee
not
,
De
Bracy
.
"
During
this
combat
and
the
brief
conversation
which
ensued
,
Cedric
,
at
the
head
of
a
body
of
men
,
among
whom
the
Friar
was
conspicuous
,
had
pushed
across
the
bridge
as
soon
as
they
saw
the
postern
open
,
and
drove
back
the
dispirited
and
despairing
followers
of
De
Bracy
,
of
whom
some
asked
quarter
,
some
offered
vain
resistance
,
and
the
greater
part
fled
towards
the
court-yard
.
De
Bracy
himself
arose
from
the
ground
,
and
cast
a
sorrowful
glance
after
his
conqueror
.
"
He
trusts
me
not
!
"
he
repeated
;
"
but
have
I
deserved
his
trust
?
"
He
then
lifted
his
sword
from
the
floor
,
took
off
his
helmet
in
token
of
submission
,
and
,
going
to
the
barbican
,
gave
up
his
sword
to
Locksley
,
whom
he
met
by
the
way
.
As
the
fire
augmented
,
symptoms
of
it
became
soon
apparent
in
the
chamber
,
where
Ivanhoe
was
watched
and
tended
by
the
Jewess
Rebecca
.
He
had
been
awakened
from
his
brief
slumber
by
the
noise
of
the
battle
;
and
his
attendant
,
who
had
,
at
his
anxious
desire
,
again
placed
herself
at
the
window
to
watch
and
report
to
him
the
fate
of
the
attack
,
was
for
some
time
prevented
from
observing
either
,
by
the
increase
of
the
smouldering
and
stifling
vapour
.
At
length
the
volumes
of
smoke
which
rolled
into
the
apartment
--
the
cries
for
water
,
which
were
heard
even
above
the
din
of
the
battle
made
them
sensible
of
the
progress
of
this
new
danger
.
"
The
castle
burns
,
"
said
Rebecca
;
"
it
burns
!
--
What
can
we
do
to
save
ourselves
?
"
"
Fly
,
Rebecca
,
and
save
thine
own
life
,
"
said
Ivanhoe
,
"
for
no
human
aid
can
avail
me
.
"
I
will
not
fly
,
"
answered
Rebecca
;
"
we
will
be
saved
or
perish
together
--
And
yet
,
great
God
!
--
my
father
,
my
father
--
what
will
be
his
fate
!
"
At
this
moment
the
door
of
the
apartment
flew
open
,
and
the
Templar
presented
himself
,
--
a
ghastly
figure
,
for
his
gilded
armour
was
broken
and
bloody
,
and
the
plume
was
partly
shorn
away
,
partly
burnt
from
his
casque
.
"
I
have
found
thee
,
"
said
he
to
Rebecca
;
"
thou
shalt
prove
I
will
keep
my
word
to
share
weal
and
woe
with
thee
--
There
is
but
one
path
to
safety
,
I
have
cut
my
way
through
fifty
dangers
to
point
it
to
thee
--
up
,
and
instantly
follow
me
!
"
