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Feast
ye
in
the
banquet
of
slaughter
,
By
the
light
of
the
blazing
halls
!
Strong
be
your
swords
while
your
blood
is
warm
,
And
spare
neither
for
pity
nor
fear
,
For
vengeance
hath
but
an
hour
;
Strong
hate
itself
shall
expire
I
also
must
perish
!
The
towering
flames
had
now
surmounted
every
obstruction
,
and
rose
to
the
evening
skies
one
huge
and
burning
beacon
,
seen
far
and
wide
through
the
adjacent
country
.
Tower
after
tower
crashed
down
,
with
blazing
roof
and
rafter
;
and
the
combatants
were
driven
from
the
court-yard
.
The
vanquished
,
of
whom
very
few
remained
,
scattered
and
escaped
into
the
neighbouring
wood
.
The
victors
,
assembling
in
large
bands
,
gazed
with
wonder
,
not
unmixed
with
fear
,
upon
the
flames
,
in
which
their
own
ranks
and
arms
glanced
dusky
red
.
The
maniac
figure
of
the
Saxon
Ulrica
was
for
a
long
time
visible
on
the
lofty
stand
she
had
chosen
,
tossing
her
arms
abroad
with
wild
exultation
,
as
if
she
reined
empress
of
the
conflagration
which
she
had
raised
At
length
,
with
a
terrific
crash
,
the
whole
turret
gave
way
,
and
she
perished
in
the
flames
which
had
consumed
her
tyrant
.
An
awful
pause
of
horror
silenced
each
murmur
of
the
armed
spectators
,
who
,
for
the
space
of
several
minutes
,
stirred
not
a
finger
,
save
to
sign
the
cross
.
The
voice
of
Locksley
was
then
heard
,
"
Shout
,
yeomen
!
--
the
den
of
tyrants
is
no
more
!
Let
each
bring
his
spoil
to
our
chosen
place
of
rendezvous
at
the
Trysting-tree
in
the
Harthill-walk
;
for
there
at
break
of
day
will
we
make
just
partition
among
our
own
bands
,
together
with
our
worthy
allies
in
this
great
deed
of
vengeance
.
"
Trust
me
each
state
must
have
its
policies
:
