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"
But
to
become
monarch
of
England
,
"
said
his
Ahithophel
coolly
,
"
it
is
necessary
not
only
that
your
Grace
should
endure
the
transgressions
of
these
unprincipled
marauders
,
but
that
you
should
afford
them
your
protection
,
notwithstanding
your
laudable
zeal
for
the
laws
they
are
in
the
habit
of
infringing
.
We
shall
be
finely
helped
,
if
the
churl
Saxons
should
have
realized
your
Grace
's
vision
,
of
converting
feudal
drawbridges
into
gibbets
;
and
yonder
bold-spirited
Cedric
seemeth
one
to
whom
such
an
imagination
might
occur
.
Your
Grace
is
well
aware
,
it
will
be
dangerous
to
stir
without
Front-de-Boeuf
,
De
Bracy
,
and
the
Templar
;
and
yet
we
have
gone
too
far
to
recede
with
safety
.
"
Prince
John
struck
his
forehead
with
impatience
,
and
then
began
to
stride
up
and
down
the
apartment
.
"
"
The
villains
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
base
treacherous
villains
,
to
desert
me
at
this
pinch
!
"
"
Nay
,
say
rather
the
feather-pated
giddy
madmen
,
"
said
Waldemar
,
"
who
must
be
toying
with
follies
when
such
business
was
in
hand
.
"
"
What
is
to
be
done
?
"
said
the
Prince
,
stopping
short
before
Waldemar
.
"
I
know
nothing
which
can
be
done
,
"
answered
his
counsellor
,
"
save
that
which
I
have
already
taken
order
for
.
--
I
came
not
to
bewail
this
evil
chance
with
your
Grace
,
until
I
had
done
my
best
to
remedy
it
.
"
"
Thou
art
ever
my
better
angel
,
Waldemar
,
"
said
the
Prince
;
"
and
when
I
have
such
a
chancellor
to
advise
withal
,
the
reign
of
John
will
be
renowned
in
our
annals
.
--
What
hast
thou
commanded
?
"
"
I
have
ordered
Louis
Winkelbrand
,
De
Bracy
's
lieutenant
,
to
cause
his
trumpet
sound
to
horse
,
and
to
display
his
banner
,
and
to
set
presently
forth
towards
the
castle
of
Front-de-Boeuf
,
to
do
what
yet
may
be
done
for
the
succour
of
our
friends
.
"
Prince
John
's
face
flushed
with
the
pride
of
a
spoilt
child
,
who
has
undergone
what
it
conceives
to
be
an
insult
.
"
By
the
face
of
God
!
"
he
said
,
"
Waldemar
Fitzurse
,
much
hast
thou
taken
upon
thee
!
and
over
malapert
thou
wert
to
cause
trumpet
to
blow
,
or
banner
to
be
raised
,
in
a
town
where
ourselves
were
in
presence
,
without
our
express
command
.
"
"
I
crave
your
Grace
's
pardon
,
"
said
Fitzurse
,
internally
cursing
the
idle
vanity
of
his
patron
;
"
but
when
time
pressed
,
and
even
the
loss
of
minutes
might
be
fatal
,
I
judged
it
best
to
take
this
much
burden
upon
me
,
in
a
matter
of
such
importance
to
your
Grace
's
interest
.
"
