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Had
there
been
painters
in
those
days
capable
to
execute
such
a
subject
,
the
Jew
,
as
he
bent
his
withered
form
,
and
expanded
his
chilled
and
trembling
hands
over
the
fire
,
would
have
formed
no
bad
emblematical
personification
of
the
Winter
season
.
Having
dispelled
the
cold
,
he
turned
eagerly
to
the
smoking
mess
which
was
placed
before
him
,
and
ate
with
a
haste
and
an
apparent
relish
,
that
seemed
to
betoken
long
abstinence
from
food
.
Meanwhile
the
Abbot
and
Cedric
continued
their
discourse
upon
hunting
;
the
Lady
Rowena
seemed
engaged
in
conversation
with
one
of
her
attendant
females
;
and
the
haughty
Templar
,
whose
eye
wandered
from
the
Jew
to
the
Saxon
beauty
,
revolved
in
his
mind
thoughts
which
appeared
deeply
to
interest
him
.
"
I
marvel
,
worthy
Cedric
,
"
said
the
Abbot
,
as
their
discourse
proceeded
,
"
that
,
great
as
your
predilection
is
for
your
own
manly
language
,
you
do
not
receive
the
Norman-French
into
your
favour
,
so
far
at
least
as
the
mystery
of
wood-craft
and
hunting
is
concerned
.
Surely
no
tongue
is
so
rich
in
the
various
phrases
which
the
field-sports
demand
,
or
furnishes
means
to
the
experienced
woodman
so
well
to
express
his
jovial
art
.
"
"
Good
Father
Aymer
,
"
said
the
Saxon
,
"
be
it
known
to
you
,
I
care
not
for
those
over-sea
refinements
,
without
which
I
can
well
enough
take
my
pleasure
in
the
woods
.
I
can
wind
my
horn
,
though
I
call
not
the
blast
either
a
recheate
or
a
morte
--
I
can
cheer
my
dogs
on
the
prey
,
and
I
can
flay
and
quarter
the
animal
when
it
is
brought
down
,
without
using
the
newfangled
jargon
of
curee
,
arbor
,
nombles
,
and
all
the
babble
of
the
fabulous
Sir
Tristrem
.
"
"
The
French
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
raising
his
voice
with
the
presumptuous
and
authoritative
tone
which
he
used
upon
all
occasions
,
"
is
not
only
the
natural
language
of
the
chase
,
but
that
of
love
and
of
war
,
in
which
ladies
should
be
won
and
enemies
defied
.
"
"
Pledge
me
in
a
cup
of
wine
,
Sir
Templar
,
"
said
Cedric
,
"
and
fill
another
to
the
Abbot
,
while
I
look
back
some
thirty
years
to
tell
you
another
tale
.
As
Cedric
the
Saxon
then
was
,
his
plain
English
tale
needed
no
garnish
from
French
troubadours
,
when
it
was
told
in
the
ear
of
beauty
;
and
the
field
of
Northallerton
,
upon
the
day
of
the
Holy
Standard
,
could
tell
whether
the
Saxon
war-cry
was
not
heard
as
far
within
the
ranks
of
the
Scottish
host
as
the
cri
de
guerre
of
the
boldest
Norman
baron
.
To
the
memory
of
the
brave
who
fought
there
!
--
Pledge
me
,
my
guests
.
"
He
drank
deep
,
and
went
on
with
increasing
warmth
.
"
Ay
,
that
was
a
day
of
cleaving
of
shields
,
when
a
hundred
banners
were
bent
forwards
over
the
heads
of
the
valiant
,
and
blood
flowed
round
like
water
,
and
death
was
held
better
than
flight
.
A
Saxon
bard
had
called
it
a
feast
of
the
swords
--
a
gathering
of
the
eagles
to
the
prey
--
the
clashing
of
bills
upon
shield
and
helmet
,
the
shouting
of
battle
more
joyful
than
the
clamour
of
a
bridal
.
But
our
bards
are
no
more
,
"
he
said
;
"
our
deeds
are
lost
in
those
of
another
race
--
our
language
--
our
very
name
--
is
hastening
to
decay
,
and
none
mourns
for
it
save
one
solitary
old
man
--
Cupbearer
!
knave
,
fill
the
goblets
--
To
the
strong
in
arms
,
Sir
Templar
,
be
their
race
or
language
what
it
will
,
who
now
bear
them
best
in
Palestine
among
the
champions
of
the
Cross
!
"
"
It
becomes
not
one
wearing
this
badge
to
answer
,
"
said
Sir
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
;
"
yet
to
whom
,
besides
the
sworn
Champions
of
the
Holy
Sepulchre
,
can
the
palm
be
assigned
among
the
champions
of
the
Cross
?
"
"
To
the
Knights
Hospitallers
,
"
said
the
Abbot
;
"
I
have
a
brother
of
their
order
.
"
"
I
impeach
not
their
fame
,
"
said
the
Templar
;
"
nevertheless
--
"
