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To
snatch
a
mace
from
the
pavement
,
on
which
it
lay
beside
one
whose
dying
grasp
had
just
relinquished
it
--
to
rush
on
the
Templar
's
band
,
and
to
strike
in
quick
succession
to
the
right
and
left
,
levelling
a
warrior
at
each
blow
,
was
,
for
Athelstane
's
great
strength
,
now
animated
with
unusual
fury
,
but
the
work
of
a
single
moment
;
he
was
soon
within
two
yards
of
Bois-Guilbert
,
whom
he
defied
in
his
loudest
tone
.
"
Turn
,
false-hearted
Templar
!
let
go
her
whom
thou
art
unworthy
to
touch
--
turn
,
limb
of
a
hand
of
murdering
and
hypocritical
robbers
!
"
"
Dog
!
"
said
the
Templar
,
grinding
his
teeth
,
"
I
will
teach
thee
to
blaspheme
the
holy
Order
of
the
Temple
of
Zion
;
"
and
with
these
words
,
half-wheeling
his
steed
,
he
made
a
demi-courbette
towards
the
Saxon
,
and
rising
in
the
stirrups
,
so
as
to
take
full
advantage
of
the
descent
of
the
horse
,
he
discharged
a
fearful
blow
upon
the
head
of
Athelstane
.
Well
said
Wamba
,
that
silken
bonnet
keeps
out
no
steel
blade
.
So
trenchant
was
the
Templar
's
weapon
,
that
it
shore
asunder
,
as
it
had
been
a
willow
twig
,
the
tough
and
plaited
handle
of
the
mace
,
which
the
ill-fated
Saxon
reared
to
parry
the
blow
,
and
,
descending
on
his
head
,
levelled
him
with
the
earth
.
"
'
Ha
!
Beau-seant
!
'
"
exclaimed
Bois-Guilbert
,
"
thus
be
it
to
the
maligners
of
the
Temple-knights
!
"
Taking
advantage
of
the
dismay
which
was
spread
by
the
fall
of
Athelstane
,
and
calling
aloud
,
"
Those
who
would
save
themselves
,
follow
me
!
"
he
pushed
across
the
drawbridge
,
dispersing
the
archers
who
would
have
intercepted
them
.
He
was
followed
by
his
Saracens
,
and
some
five
or
six
men-at-arms
,
who
had
mounted
their
horses
.
The
Templar
's
retreat
was
rendered
perilous
by
the
numbers
of
arrows
shot
off
at
him
and
his
party
;
but
this
did
not
prevent
him
from
galloping
round
to
the
barbican
,
of
which
,
according
to
his
previous
plan
,
he
supposed
it
possible
De
Bracy
might
have
been
in
possession
.
"
De
Bracy
!
De
Bracy
!
"
he
shouted
,
"
art
thou
there
?
"
"
I
am
here
,
"
replied
De
Bracy
,
"
but
I
am
a
prisoner
.
"
"
Can
I
rescue
thee
?
"
cried
Bois-Guilbert
.
"
No
,
"
replied
De
Bracy
;
"
I
have
rendered
me
,
rescue
or
no
rescue
.
I
will
be
true
prisoner
.
Save
thyself
--
there
are
hawks
abroad
--
put
the
seas
betwixt
you
and
England
--
I
dare
not
say
more
.
"
