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The
Prior
had
his
own
reasons
,
however
,
for
persevering
in
the
course
of
temperance
which
he
had
adopted
.
He
was
not
only
a
professional
peacemaker
,
but
from
practice
a
hater
of
all
feuds
and
brawls
.
It
was
not
altogether
from
a
love
to
his
neighbour
,
or
to
himself
,
or
from
a
mixture
of
both
.
On
the
present
occasion
,
he
had
an
instinctive
apprehension
of
the
fiery
temper
of
the
Saxon
,
and
saw
the
danger
that
the
reckless
and
presumptuous
spirit
,
of
which
his
companion
had
already
given
so
many
proofs
,
might
at
length
produce
some
disagreeable
explosion
.
He
therefore
gently
insinuated
the
incapacity
of
the
native
of
any
other
country
to
engage
in
the
genial
conflict
of
the
bowl
with
the
hardy
and
strong-headed
Saxons
;
something
he
mentioned
,
but
slightly
,
about
his
own
holy
character
,
and
ended
by
pressing
his
proposal
to
depart
to
repose
.
The
grace-cup
was
accordingly
served
round
,
and
the
guests
,
after
making
deep
obeisance
to
their
landlord
and
to
the
Lady
Rowena
,
arose
and
mingled
in
the
hall
,
while
the
heads
of
the
family
,
by
separate
doors
,
retired
with
their
attendants
.
"
Unbelieving
dog
,
"
said
the
Templar
to
Isaac
the
Jew
,
as
he
passed
him
in
the
throng
,
"
dost
thou
bend
thy
course
to
the
tournament
?
"
"
I
do
so
propose
,
"
replied
Isaac
,
bowing
in
all
humility
,
"
if
it
please
your
reverend
valour
.
"
"
Ay
,
"
said
the
Knight
,
"
to
gnaw
the
bowels
of
our
nobles
with
usury
,
and
to
gull
women
and
boys
with
gauds
and
toys
--
I
warrant
thee
store
of
shekels
in
thy
Jewish
scrip
.
"
"
Not
a
shekel
,
not
a
silver
penny
,
not
a
halfling
--
so
help
me
the
God
of
Abraham
!
"
said
the
Jew
,
clasping
his
hands
;
"
I
go
but
to
seek
the
assistance
of
some
brethren
of
my
tribe
to
aid
me
to
pay
the
fine
which
the
Exchequer
of
the
Jews
have
imposed
upon
me
--
Father
Jacob
be
my
speed
!
I
am
an
impoverished
wretch
--
the
very
gaberdine
I
wear
is
borrowed
from
Reuben
of
Tadcaster
.
"
The
Templar
smiled
sourly
as
he
replied
,
"
Beshrew
thee
for
a
false-hearted
liar
!
"
and
passing
onward
,
as
if
disdaining
farther
conference
,
he
communed
with
his
Moslem
slaves
in
a
language
unknown
to
the
bystanders
.
The
poor
Israelite
seemed
so
staggered
by
the
address
of
the
military
monk
,
that
the
Templar
had
passed
on
to
the
extremity
of
the
hall
ere
he
raised
his
head
from
the
humble
posture
which
he
had
assumed
,
so
far
as
to
be
sensible
of
his
departure
.
And
when
he
did
look
around
,
it
was
with
the
astonished
air
of
one
at
whose
feet
a
thunderbolt
has
just
burst
,
and
who
hears
still
the
astounding
report
ringing
in
his
ears
.
The
Templar
and
Prior
were
shortly
after
marshalled
to
their
sleeping
apartments
by
the
steward
and
the
cupbearer
,
each
attended
by
two
torchbearers
and
two
servants
carrying
refreshments
,
while
servants
of
inferior
condition
indicated
to
their
retinue
and
to
the
other
guests
their
respective
places
of
repose
.
To
buy
his
favour
I
extend
this
friendship
:
