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The
place
of
rendezvous
was
an
aged
oak
;
not
however
the
same
to
which
Locksley
had
conducted
Gurth
and
Wamba
in
the
earlier
part
of
the
story
,
but
one
which
was
the
centre
of
a
silvan
amphitheatre
,
within
half
a
mile
of
the
demolished
castle
of
Torquilstone
.
Here
Locksley
assumed
his
seat
--
a
throne
of
turf
erected
under
the
twisted
branches
of
the
huge
oak
,
and
the
silvan
followers
were
gathered
around
him
.
He
assigned
to
the
Black
Knight
a
seat
at
his
right
hand
,
and
to
Cedric
a
place
upon
his
left
.
"
Pardon
my
freedom
,
noble
sirs
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
in
these
glades
I
am
monarch
--
they
are
my
kingdom
;
and
these
my
wild
subjects
would
reck
but
little
of
my
power
,
were
I
,
within
my
own
dominions
,
to
yield
place
to
mortal
man
.
--
Now
,
sirs
,
who
hath
seen
our
chaplain
?
where
is
our
curtal
Friar
?
A
mass
amongst
Christian
men
best
begins
a
busy
morning
.
"
--
No
one
had
seen
the
Clerk
of
Copmanhurst
.
"
Over
gods
forbode
!
"
said
the
outlaw
chief
,
"
I
trust
the
jolly
priest
hath
but
abidden
by
the
wine-pot
a
thought
too
late
.
Who
saw
him
since
the
castle
was
ta'en
?
"
"
I
,
"
quoth
the
Miller
,
"
marked
him
busy
about
the
door
of
a
cellar
,
swearing
by
each
saint
in
the
calendar
he
would
taste
the
smack
of
Front-de-Boeuf
's
Gascoigne
wine
.
"
"
Now
,
the
saints
,
as
many
as
there
be
of
them
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
"
forefend
,
lest
he
has
drunk
too
deep
of
the
wine-butts
,
and
perished
by
the
fall
of
the
castle
!
--
Away
,
Miller
!
--
take
with
you
enow
of
men
,
seek
the
place
where
you
last
saw
him
--
throw
water
from
the
moat
on
the
scorching
ruins
--
I
will
have
them
removed
stone
by
stone
ere
I
lose
my
curtal
Friar
.
"
The
numbers
who
hastened
to
execute
this
duty
,
considering
that
an
interesting
division
of
spoil
was
about
to
take
place
,
showed
how
much
the
troop
had
at
heart
the
safety
of
their
spiritual
father
.
"
Meanwhile
,
let
us
proceed
,
"
said
Locksley
;
"
for
when
this
bold
deed
shall
be
sounded
abroad
,
the
bands
of
De
Bracy
,
of
Malvoisin
,
and
other
allies
of
Front-de-Boeuf
,
will
be
in
motion
against
us
,
and
it
were
well
for
our
safety
that
we
retreat
from
the
vicinity
.
--
Noble
Cedric
,
"
he
said
,
turning
to
the
Saxon
,
"
that
spoil
is
divided
into
two
portions
;
do
thou
make
choice
of
that
which
best
suits
thee
,
to
recompense
thy
people
who
were
partakers
with
us
in
this
adventure
.
"
"
Good
yeoman
,
"
said
Cedric
,
"
my
heart
is
oppressed
with
sadness
.
The
noble
Athelstane
of
Coningsburgh
is
no
more
--
the
last
sprout
of
the
sainted
Confessor
!
Hopes
have
perished
with
him
which
can
never
return
!
--
A
sparkle
hath
been
quenched
by
his
blood
,
which
no
human
breath
can
again
rekindle
!
My
people
,
save
the
few
who
are
now
with
me
,
do
but
tarry
my
presence
to
transport
his
honoured
remains
to
their
last
mansion
.
The
Lady
Rowena
is
desirous
to
return
to
Rotherwood
,
and
must
be
escorted
by
a
sufficient
force
.
I
should
,
therefore
,
ere
now
,
have
left
this
place
;
and
I
waited
--
not
to
share
the
booty
,
for
,
so
help
me
God
and
Saint
Withold
!
as
neither
I
nor
any
of
mine
will
touch
the
value
of
a
liard
,
--
I
waited
but
to
render
my
thanks
to
thee
and
to
thy
bold
yeomen
,
for
the
life
and
honour
ye
have
saved
.
"
"
Nay
,
but
,
"
said
the
chief
Outlaw
,
"
we
did
but
half
the
work
at
most
--
take
of
the
spoil
what
may
reward
your
own
neighbours
and
followers
.
"
"
I
am
rich
enough
to
reward
them
from
mine
own
wealth
,
"
answered
Cedric
.
