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"
Nay
,
"
said
Wamba
,
"
never
think
I
envy
thee
,
brother
Gurth
;
the
serf
sits
by
the
hall-fire
when
the
freeman
must
forth
to
the
field
of
battle
--
And
what
saith
Oldhelm
of
Malmsbury
--
Better
a
fool
at
a
feast
than
a
wise
man
at
a
fray
.
"
The
tramp
of
horses
was
now
heard
,
and
the
Lady
Rowena
appeared
,
surrounded
by
several
riders
,
and
a
much
stronger
party
of
footmen
,
who
joyfully
shook
their
pikes
and
clashed
their
brown-bills
for
joy
of
her
freedom
.
She
herself
,
richly
attired
,
and
mounted
on
a
dark
chestnut
palfrey
,
had
recovered
all
the
dignity
of
her
manner
,
and
only
an
unwonted
degree
of
paleness
showed
the
sufferings
she
had
undergone
.
Her
lovely
brow
,
though
sorrowful
,
bore
on
it
a
cast
of
reviving
hope
for
the
future
,
as
well
as
of
grateful
thankfulness
for
the
past
deliverance
--
She
knew
that
Ivanhoe
was
safe
,
and
she
knew
that
Athelstane
was
dead
.
The
former
assurance
filled
her
with
the
most
sincere
delight
;
and
if
she
did
not
absolutely
rejoice
at
the
latter
,
she
might
be
pardoned
for
feeling
the
full
advantage
of
being
freed
from
further
persecution
on
the
only
subject
in
which
she
had
ever
been
contradicted
by
her
guardian
Cedric
.
As
Rowena
bent
her
steed
towards
Locksley
's
seat
,
that
bold
yeoman
,
with
all
his
followers
,
rose
to
receive
her
,
as
if
by
a
general
instinct
of
courtesy
.
The
blood
rose
to
her
cheeks
,
as
,
courteously
waving
her
hand
,
and
bending
so
low
that
her
beautiful
and
loose
tresses
were
for
an
instant
mixed
with
the
flowing
mane
of
her
palfrey
,
she
expressed
in
few
but
apt
words
her
obligations
and
her
gratitude
to
Locksley
and
her
other
deliverers
.
--
"
God
bless
you
,
brave
men
,
"
she
concluded
,
"
God
and
Our
Lady
bless
you
and
requite
you
for
gallantly
perilling
yourselves
in
the
cause
of
the
oppressed
!
--
If
any
of
you
should
hunger
,
remember
Rowena
has
food
--
if
you
should
thirst
,
she
has
many
a
butt
of
wine
and
brown
ale
--
and
if
the
Normans
drive
ye
from
these
walks
,
Rowena
has
forests
of
her
own
,
where
her
gallant
deliverers
may
range
at
full
freedom
,
and
never
ranger
ask
whose
arrow
hath
struck
down
the
deer
.
"
"
Thanks
,
gentle
lady
,
"
said
Locksley
;
"
thanks
from
my
company
and
myself
.
But
,
to
have
saved
you
requites
itself
.
We
who
walk
the
greenwood
do
many
a
wild
deed
,
and
the
Lady
Rowena
's
deliverance
may
be
received
as
an
atonement
.
"
Again
bowing
from
her
palfrey
,
Rowena
turned
to
depart
;
but
pausing
a
moment
,
while
Cedric
,
who
was
to
attend
her
,
was
also
taking
his
leave
,
she
found
herself
unexpectedly
close
by
the
prisoner
De
Bracy
.
He
stood
under
a
tree
in
deep
meditation
,
his
arms
crossed
upon
his
breast
,
and
Rowena
was
in
hopes
she
might
pass
him
unobserved
.
He
looked
up
,
however
,
and
,
when
aware
of
her
presence
,
a
deep
flush
of
shame
suffused
his
handsome
countenance
.
He
stood
a
moment
most
irresolute
;
then
,
stepping
forward
,
took
her
palfrey
by
the
rein
,
and
bent
his
knee
before
her
.
"
Will
the
Lady
Rowena
deign
to
cast
an
eye
--
on
a
captive
knight
--
on
a
dishonoured
soldier
?
"
"
Sir
Knight
,
"
answered
Rowena
,
"
in
enterprises
such
as
yours
,
the
real
dishonour
lies
not
in
failure
,
but
in
success
.
"
"
Conquest
,
lady
,
should
soften
the
heart
,
"
answered
De
Bracy
;
"
let
me
but
know
that
the
Lady
Rowena
forgives
the
violence
occasioned
by
an
ill-fated
passion
,
and
she
shall
soon
learn
that
De
Bracy
knows
how
to
serve
her
in
nobler
ways
.
"
"
I
forgive
you
,
Sir
Knight
,
"
said
Rowena
,
"
as
a
Christian
.
"
