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"
Till
which
merry
meeting
,
we
wish
you
farewell
.
Given
from
this
den
of
thieves
,
about
the
hour
of
matins
,
"
Aymer
Pr
.
S.
M.
Jorvolciencis
.
"
Postscriptum
.
Truly
your
golden
chain
hath
not
long
abidden
with
me
,
and
will
now
sustain
,
around
the
neck
of
an
outlaw
deer-stealer
,
the
whistle
wherewith
he
calleth
on
his
hounds
.
"
"
What
sayest
thou
to
this
,
Conrade
?
"
said
the
Grand
Master
--
"
Den
of
thieves
!
and
a
fit
residence
is
a
den
of
thieves
for
such
a
Prior
.
No
wonder
that
the
hand
of
God
is
upon
us
,
and
that
in
the
Holy
Land
we
lose
place
by
place
,
foot
by
foot
,
before
the
infidels
,
when
we
have
such
churchmen
as
this
Aymer
.
--
And
what
meaneth
he
,
I
trow
,
by
this
second
Witch
of
Endor
?
"
said
he
to
his
confident
,
something
apart
.
Conrade
was
better
acquainted
(
perhaps
by
practice
)
with
the
jargon
of
gallantry
,
than
was
his
Superior
;
and
he
expounded
the
passage
which
embarrassed
the
Grand
Master
,
to
be
a
sort
of
language
used
by
worldly
men
towards
those
whom
they
loved
par
amours
;
but
the
explanation
did
not
satisfy
the
bigoted
Beaumanoir
.
"
There
is
more
in
it
than
thou
dost
guess
,
Conrade
;
thy
simplicity
is
no
match
for
this
deep
abyss
of
wickedness
.
This
Rebecca
of
York
was
a
pupil
of
that
Miriam
of
whom
thou
hast
heard
.
Thou
shalt
hear
the
Jew
own
it
even
now
.
"
Then
turning
to
Isaac
,
he
said
aloud
,
"
Thy
daughter
,
then
,
is
prisoner
with
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
?
"
"
Ay
,
reverend
valorous
sir
,
"
stammered
poor
Isaac
,
"
and
whatsoever
ransom
a
poor
man
may
pay
for
her
deliverance
--
"
"
Peace
!
"
said
the
Grand
Master
.
"
This
thy
daughter
hath
practised
the
art
of
healing
,
hath
she
not
?
"
"
Ay
,
gracious
sir
,
"
answered
the
Jew
,
with
more
confidence
;
"
and
knight
and
yeoman
,
squire
and
vassal
,
may
bless
the
goodly
gift
which
Heaven
hath
assigned
to
her
.
Many
a
one
can
testify
that
she
hath
recovered
them
by
her
art
,
when
every
other
human
aid
hath
proved
vain
;
but
the
blessing
of
the
God
of
Jacob
was
upon
her
.
"
Beaumanoir
turned
to
Mont-Fitchet
with
a
grim
smile
.
"
See
,
brother
,
"
he
said
,
"
the
deceptions
of
the
devouring
Enemy
!
Behold
the
baits
with
which
he
fishes
for
souls
,
giving
a
poor
space
of
earthly
life
in
exchange
for
eternal
happiness
hereafter
.
Well
said
our
blessed
rule
,
Semper
percutiatur
leo
vorans
.
--
Up
on
the
lion
!
Down
with
the
destroyer
!
"
said
he
,
shaking
aloft
his
mystic
abacus
,
as
if
in
defiance
of
the
powers
of
darkness
--
"
Thy
daughter
worketh
the
cures
,
I
doubt
not
,
"
thus
he
went
on
to
address
the
Jew
,
"
by
words
and
sighs
,
and
periapts
,
and
other
cabalistical
mysteries
.
"
