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"
What
if
six
,
"
continued
Wamba
,
"
and
we
as
we
now
are
,
barely
two
--
would
you
not
remember
Locksley
's
horn
?
"
"
What
!
sound
for
aid
,
"
exclaimed
the
Knight
,
"
against
a
score
of
such
rascaille
as
these
,
whom
one
good
knight
could
drive
before
him
,
as
the
wind
drives
the
withered
leaves
?
"
"
Nay
,
then
,
"
said
Wamba
,
"
I
will
pray
you
for
a
close
sight
of
that
same
horn
that
hath
so
powerful
a
breath
.
"
The
Knight
undid
the
clasp
of
the
baldric
,
and
indulged
his
fellow-traveller
,
who
immediately
hung
the
bugle
round
his
own
neck
.
"
Tra-lira-la
,
"
said
he
,
whistling
the
notes
;
"
nay
,
I
know
my
gamut
as
well
as
another
.
"
"
How
mean
you
,
knave
?
"
said
the
Knight
;
"
restore
me
the
bugle
.
"
"
Content
you
,
Sir
Knight
,
it
is
in
safe
keeping
.
When
Valour
and
Folly
travel
,
Folly
should
bear
the
horn
,
because
she
can
blow
the
best
.
"
"
Nay
but
,
rogue
,
"
said
the
Black
Knight
,
"
this
exceedeth
thy
license
--
Beware
ye
tamper
not
with
my
patience
.
"
"
Urge
me
not
with
violence
,
Sir
Knight
,
"
said
the
Jester
,
keeping
at
a
distance
from
the
impatient
champion
,
"
or
Folly
will
show
a
clean
pair
of
heels
,
and
leave
Valour
to
find
out
his
way
through
the
wood
as
best
he
may
.
"
"
Nay
,
thou
hast
hit
me
there
,
"
said
the
Knight
;
"
and
,
sooth
to
say
,
I
have
little
time
to
jangle
with
thee
.
Keep
the
horn
an
thou
wilt
,
but
let
us
proceed
on
our
journey
.
"
