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Also
,
I
have
a
holy
brother
of
his
a
prisoner
at
no
great
distance
,
and
I
would
fain
have
the
Friar
to
help
me
to
deal
with
him
in
due
sort
--
I
greatly
misdoubt
the
safety
of
the
bluff
priest
.
"
"
I
were
right
sorry
for
that
,
"
said
the
Knight
of
the
Fetterlock
,
"
for
I
stand
indebted
to
him
for
the
joyous
hospitality
of
a
merry
night
in
his
cell
.
Let
us
to
the
ruins
of
the
castle
;
it
may
be
we
shall
there
learn
some
tidings
of
him
.
"
While
they
thus
spoke
,
a
loud
shout
among
the
yeomen
announced
the
arrival
of
him
for
whom
they
feared
,
as
they
learned
from
the
stentorian
voice
of
the
Friar
himself
,
long
before
they
saw
his
burly
person
.
"
Make
room
,
my
merry-men
!
"
he
exclaimed
;
"
room
for
your
godly
father
and
his
prisoner
--
Cry
welcome
once
more
.
--
I
come
,
noble
leader
,
like
an
eagle
with
my
prey
in
my
clutch
.
"
--
And
making
his
way
through
the
ring
,
amidst
the
laughter
of
all
around
,
he
appeared
in
majestic
triumph
,
his
huge
partisan
in
one
hand
,
and
in
the
other
a
halter
,
one
end
of
which
was
fastened
to
the
neck
of
the
unfortunate
Isaac
of
York
,
who
,
bent
down
by
sorrow
and
terror
,
was
dragged
on
by
the
victorious
priest
,
who
shouted
aloud
,
"
Where
is
Allan-a-Dale
,
to
chronicle
me
in
a
ballad
,
or
if
it
were
but
a
lay
?
--
By
Saint
Hermangild
,
the
jingling
crowder
is
ever
out
of
the
way
where
there
is
an
apt
theme
for
exalting
valour
!
"
"
Curtal
Priest
,
"
said
the
Captain
,
"
thou
hast
been
at
a
wet
mass
this
morning
,
as
early
as
it
is
.
In
the
name
of
Saint
Nicholas
,
whom
hast
thou
got
here
?
"
"
A
captive
to
my
sword
and
to
my
lance
,
noble
Captain
,
"
replied
the
Clerk
of
Copmanhurst
;
"
to
my
bow
and
to
my
halberd
,
I
should
rather
say
;
and
yet
I
have
redeemed
him
by
my
divinity
from
a
worse
captivity
.
Speak
,
Jew
--
have
I
not
ransomed
thee
from
Sathanas
?
--
have
I
not
taught
thee
thy
credo
,
thy
pater
,
and
thine
Ave
Maria
?
--
Did
I
not
spend
the
whole
night
in
drinking
to
thee
,
and
in
expounding
of
mysteries
?
"
"
For
the
love
of
God
!
"
ejaculated
the
poor
Jew
,
"
will
no
one
take
me
out
of
the
keeping
of
this
mad
--
I
mean
this
holy
man
?
"
"
How
's
this
,
Jew
?
"
said
the
Friar
,
with
a
menacing
aspect
;
"
dost
thou
recant
,
Jew
?
--
Bethink
thee
,
if
thou
dost
relapse
into
thine
infidelity
,
though
thou
are
not
so
tender
as
a
suckling
pig
--
I
would
I
had
one
to
break
my
fast
upon
--
thou
art
not
too
tough
to
be
roasted
!
Be
conformable
,
Isaac
,
and
repeat
the
words
after
me
.
Ave
Maria
!
--
"
"
Nay
,
we
will
have
no
profanation
,
mad
Priest
,
"
said
Locksley
;
"
let
us
rather
hear
where
you
found
this
prisoner
of
thine
.
"
