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"
Nay
,
reverend
and
brave
Knight
,
"
answered
Isaac
,
"
but
in
chief
measure
by
a
balsam
of
marvellous
virtue
.
"
"
Where
had
she
that
secret
?
"
said
Beaumanoir
.
"
It
was
delivered
to
her
,
"
answered
Isaac
,
reluctantly
,
"
by
Miriam
,
a
sage
matron
of
our
tribe
.
"
"
Ah
,
false
Jew
!
"
said
the
Grand
Master
;
"
was
it
not
from
that
same
witch
Miriam
,
the
abomination
of
whose
enchantments
have
been
heard
of
throughout
every
Christian
land
?
"
exclaimed
the
Grand
Master
,
crossing
himself
.
"
Her
body
was
burnt
at
a
stake
,
and
her
ashes
were
scattered
to
the
four
winds
;
and
so
be
it
with
me
and
mine
Order
,
if
I
do
not
as
much
to
her
pupil
,
and
more
also
!
I
will
teach
her
to
throw
spell
and
incantation
over
the
soldiers
of
the
blessed
Temple
--
There
,
Damian
,
spurn
this
Jew
from
the
gate
--
shoot
him
dead
if
he
oppose
or
turn
again
.
With
his
daughter
we
will
deal
as
the
Christian
law
and
our
own
high
office
warrant
.
"
Poor
Isaac
was
hurried
off
accordingly
,
and
expelled
from
the
preceptory
;
all
his
entreaties
,
and
even
his
offers
,
unheard
and
disregarded
.
He
could
do
not
better
than
return
to
the
house
of
the
Rabbi
,
and
endeavour
,
through
his
means
,
to
learn
how
his
daughter
was
to
be
disposed
of
.
He
had
hitherto
feared
for
her
honour
,
he
was
now
to
tremble
for
her
life
.
Meanwhile
,
the
Grand
Master
ordered
to
his
presence
the
Preceptor
of
Templestowe
.
Say
not
my
art
is
fraud
--
all
live
by
seeming
.
The
beggar
begs
with
it
,
and
the
gay
courtier
Gains
land
and
title
,
rank
and
rule
,
by
seeming
;
The
clergy
scorn
it
not
,
and
the
bold
soldier
