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"
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
,
"
thou
hearest
the
question
which
our
Brother
of
Goodalricke
desirest
thou
shouldst
answer
.
I
command
thee
to
reply
to
him
.
"
Bois-Guilbert
turned
his
head
towards
the
Grand
Master
when
thus
addressed
,
and
remained
silent
.
"
He
is
possessed
by
a
dumb
devil
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
.
"
Avoid
thee
,
Sathanus
!
--
Speak
,
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
,
I
conjure
thee
,
by
this
symbol
of
our
Holy
Order
.
"
Bois-Guilbert
made
an
effort
to
suppress
his
rising
scorn
and
indignation
,
the
expression
of
which
,
he
was
well
aware
,
would
have
little
availed
him
.
"
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
,
"
he
answered
,
"
replies
not
,
most
Reverend
Father
,
to
such
wild
and
vague
charges
.
If
his
honour
be
impeached
,
he
will
defend
it
with
his
body
,
and
with
that
sword
which
has
often
fought
for
Christendom
.
"
"
We
forgive
thee
,
Brother
Brian
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
;
"
though
that
thou
hast
boasted
thy
warlike
achievements
before
us
,
is
a
glorifying
of
thine
own
deeds
,
and
cometh
of
the
Enemy
,
who
tempteth
us
to
exalt
our
own
worship
.
But
thou
hast
our
pardon
,
judging
thou
speakest
less
of
thine
own
suggestion
than
from
the
impulse
of
him
whom
by
Heaven
's
leave
,
we
will
quell
and
drive
forth
from
our
assembly
.
"
A
glance
of
disdain
flashed
from
the
dark
fierce
eyes
of
Bois-Guilbert
,
but
he
made
no
reply
.
--
"
And
now
,
"
pursued
the
Grand
Master
,
"
since
our
Brother
of
Goodalricke
's
question
has
been
thus
imperfectly
answered
,
pursue
we
our
quest
,
brethren
,
and
with
our
patron
's
assistance
,
we
will
search
to
the
bottom
this
mystery
of
iniquity
.
--
Let
those
who
have
aught
to
witness
of
the
life
and
conversation
of
this
Jewish
woman
,
stand
forth
before
us
.
"
There
was
a
bustle
in
the
lower
part
of
the
hall
,
and
when
the
Grand
Master
enquired
the
reason
,
it
was
replied
,
there
was
in
the
crowd
a
bedridden
man
,
whom
the
prisoner
had
restored
to
the
perfect
use
of
his
limbs
,
by
a
miraculous
balsam
.
The
poor
peasant
,
a
Saxon
by
birth
,
was
dragged
forward
to
the
bar
,
terrified
at
the
penal
consequences
which
he
might
have
incurred
by
the
guilt
of
having
been
cured
of
the
palsy
by
a
Jewish
damsel
.
Perfectly
cured
he
certainly
was
not
,
for
he
supported
himself
forward
on
crutches
to
give
evidence
.
Most
unwilling
was
his
testimony
,
and
given
with
many
tears
;
but
he
admitted
that
two
years
since
,
when
residing
at
York
,
he
was
suddenly
afflicted
with
a
sore
disease
,
while
labouring
for
Isaac
the
rich
Jew
,
in
his
vocation
of
a
joiner
;
that
he
had
been
unable
to
stir
from
his
bed
until
the
remedies
applied
by
Rebecca
's
directions
,
and
especially
a
warming
and
spicy-smelling
balsam
,
had
in
some
degree
restored
him
to
the
use
of
his
limbs
.
Moreover
,
he
said
,
she
had
given
him
a
pot
of
that
precious
ointment
,
and
furnished
him
with
a
piece
of
money
withal
,
to
return
to
the
house
of
his
father
,
near
to
Templestowe
.
"
And
may
it
please
your
gracious
Reverence
,
"
said
the
man
,
"
I
can
not
think
the
damsel
meant
harm
by
me
,
though
she
hath
the
ill
hap
to
be
a
Jewess
;
for
even
when
I
used
her
remedy
,
I
said
the
Pater
and
the
Creed
,
and
it
never
operated
a
whit
less
kindly
--
"
"
Peace
,
slave
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
,
"
and
begone
!
It
well
suits
brutes
like
thee
to
be
tampering
and
trinketing
with
hellish
cures
,
and
to
be
giving
your
labour
to
the
sons
of
mischief
.
I
tell
thee
,
the
fiend
can
impose
diseases
for
the
very
purpose
of
removing
them
,
in
order
to
bring
into
credit
some
diabolical
fashion
of
cure
.
Hast
thou
that
unguent
of
which
thou
speakest
?
"
The
peasant
,
fumbling
in
his
bosom
with
a
trembling
hand
,
produced
a
small
box
,
bearing
some
Hebrew
characters
on
the
lid
,
which
was
,
with
most
of
the
audience
,
a
sure
proof
that
the
devil
had
stood
apothecary
.
Beaumanoir
,
after
crossing
himself
,
took
the
box
into
his
hand
,
and
,
learned
in
most
of
the
Eastern
tongues
,
read
with
ease
the
motto
on
the
lid
,
--
"
The
Lion
of
the
tribe
of
Judah
hath
conquered
.
"
"
Strange
powers
of
Sathanas
.
"
said
he
,
"
which
can
convert
Scripture
into
blasphemy
,
mingling
poison
with
our
necessary
food
!
--
Is
there
no
leech
here
who
can
tell
us
the
ingredients
of
this
mystic
unguent
?
"
