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"
I
have
but
to
say
,
"
added
the
Saxon
,
"
that
,
during
the
funeral
rites
of
the
noble
Athelstane
,
I
shall
be
an
inhabitant
of
the
halls
of
his
castle
of
Coningsburgh
--
They
will
be
open
to
all
who
choose
to
partake
of
the
funeral
banqueting
;
and
,
I
speak
in
name
of
the
noble
Edith
,
mother
of
the
fallen
prince
,
they
will
never
be
shut
against
him
who
laboured
so
bravely
,
though
unsuccessfully
,
to
save
Athelstane
from
Norman
chains
and
Norman
steel
.
"
"
Ay
,
ay
,
"
said
Wamba
,
who
had
resumed
his
attendance
on
his
master
,
"
rare
feeding
there
will
be
--
pity
that
the
noble
Athelstane
can
not
banquet
at
his
own
funeral
.
--
But
he
,
"
continued
the
Jester
,
lifting
up
his
eyes
gravely
,
"
is
supping
in
Paradise
,
and
doubtless
does
honour
to
the
cheer
.
"
"
Peace
,
and
move
on
,
"
said
Cedric
,
his
anger
at
this
untimely
jest
being
checked
by
the
recollection
of
Wamba
's
recent
services
.
Rowena
waved
a
graceful
adieu
to
him
of
the
Fetterlock
--
the
Saxon
bade
God
speed
him
,
and
on
they
moved
through
a
wide
glade
of
the
forest
.
They
had
scarce
departed
,
ere
a
sudden
procession
moved
from
under
the
greenwood
branches
,
swept
slowly
round
the
silvan
amphitheatre
,
and
took
the
same
direction
with
Rowena
and
her
followers
.
The
priests
of
a
neighbouring
convent
,
in
expectation
of
the
ample
donation
,
or
"
soul-scat
"
,
which
Cedric
had
propined
,
attended
upon
the
car
in
which
the
body
of
Athelstane
was
laid
,
and
sang
hymns
as
it
was
sadly
and
slowly
borne
on
the
shoulders
of
his
vassals
to
his
castle
of
Coningsburgh
,
to
be
there
deposited
in
the
grave
of
Hengist
,
from
whom
the
deceased
derived
his
long
descent
.
Many
of
his
vassals
had
assembled
at
the
news
of
his
death
,
and
followed
the
bier
with
all
the
external
marks
,
at
least
,
of
dejection
and
sorrow
.
Again
the
outlaws
arose
,
and
paid
the
same
rude
and
spontaneous
homage
to
death
,
which
they
had
so
lately
rendered
to
beauty
--
the
slow
chant
and
mournful
step
of
the
priests
brought
back
to
their
remembrance
such
of
their
comrades
as
had
fallen
in
the
yesterday
's
array
.
But
such
recollections
dwell
not
long
with
those
who
lead
a
life
of
danger
and
enterprise
,
and
ere
the
sound
of
the
death-hymn
had
died
on
the
wind
,
the
outlaws
were
again
busied
in
the
distribution
of
their
spoil
.
"
Valiant
knight
,
"
said
Locksley
to
the
Black
Champion
,
"
without
whose
good
heart
and
mighty
arm
our
enterprise
must
altogether
have
failed
,
will
it
please
you
to
take
from
that
mass
of
spoil
whatever
may
best
serve
to
pleasure
you
,
and
to
remind
you
of
this
my
Trysting-tree
?
"
"
I
accept
the
offer
,
"
said
the
Knight
,
"
as
frankly
as
it
is
given
;
and
I
ask
permission
to
dispose
of
Sir
Maurice
de
Bracy
at
my
own
pleasure
.
"
"
He
is
thine
already
,
"
said
Locksley
,
"
and
well
for
him
!
else
the
tyrant
had
graced
the
highest
bough
of
this
oak
,
with
as
many
of
his
Free-Companions
as
we
could
gather
,
hanging
thick
as
acorns
around
him
.
--
But
he
is
thy
prisoner
,
and
he
is
safe
,
though
he
had
slain
my
father
.
"
"
De
Bracy
,
"
said
the
Knight
,
"
thou
art
free
--
depart
.
He
whose
prisoner
thou
art
scorns
to
take
mean
revenge
for
what
is
past
.
But
beware
of
the
future
,
lest
a
worse
thing
befall
thee
.
--
Maurice
de
Bracy
,
I
say
BEWARE
!
"
De
Bracy
bowed
low
and
in
silence
,
and
was
about
to
withdraw
,
when
the
yeomen
burst
at
once
into
a
shout
of
execration
and
derision
.
The
proud
knight
instantly
stopped
,
turned
back
,
folded
his
arms
,
drew
up
his
form
to
its
full
height
,
and
exclaimed
,
"
Peace
,
ye
yelping
curs
!
who
open
upon
a
cry
which
ye
followed
not
when
the
stag
was
at
bay
--
De
Bracy
scorns
your
censure
as
he
would
disdain
your
applause
.
To
your
brakes
and
caves
,
ye
outlawed
thieves
!
and
be
silent
when
aught
knightly
or
noble
is
but
spoken
within
a
league
of
your
fox-earths
.
"
