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"
It
must
be
by
your
management
then
,
gallant
yeoman
,
"
said
Ivanhoe
;
"
for
each
hint
I
have
essayed
to
give
him
serves
only
to
induce
him
to
prolong
it
.
"
"
Must
I
so
soon
risk
the
pardon
and
favour
of
my
Sovereign
?
"
said
Robin
Hood
,
pausing
for
all
instant
;
"
but
by
Saint
Christopher
,
it
shall
be
so
.
I
were
undeserving
his
grace
did
I
not
peril
it
for
his
good
.
--
Here
,
Scathlock
,
get
thee
behind
yonder
thicket
,
and
wind
me
a
Norman
blast
on
thy
bugle
,
and
without
an
instant
's
delay
on
peril
of
your
life
.
"
Scathlock
obeyed
his
captain
,
and
in
less
than
five
minutes
the
revellers
were
startled
by
the
sound
of
his
horn
.
"
It
is
the
bugle
of
Malvoisin
,
"
said
the
Miller
,
starting
to
his
feet
,
and
seizing
his
bow
.
The
Friar
dropped
the
flagon
,
and
grasped
his
quarter-staff
.
Wamba
stopt
short
in
the
midst
of
a
jest
,
and
betook
himself
to
sword
and
target
.
All
the
others
stood
to
their
weapons
.
Men
of
their
precarious
course
of
life
change
readily
from
the
banquet
to
the
battle
;
and
,
to
Richard
,
the
exchange
seemed
but
a
succession
of
pleasure
.
He
called
for
his
helmet
and
the
most
cumbrous
parts
of
his
armour
,
which
he
had
laid
aside
;
and
while
Gurth
was
putting
them
on
,
he
laid
his
strict
injunctions
on
Wilfred
,
under
pain
of
his
highest
displeasure
,
not
to
engage
in
the
skirmish
which
he
supposed
was
approaching
.
"
Thou
hast
fought
for
me
an
hundred
times
,
Wilfred
,
--
and
I
have
seen
it
.
Thou
shalt
this
day
look
on
,
and
see
how
Richard
will
fight
for
his
friend
and
liegeman
.
"
In
the
meantime
,
Robin
Hood
had
sent
off
several
of
his
followers
in
different
directions
,
as
if
to
reconnoitre
the
enemy
;
and
when
he
saw
the
company
effectually
broken
up
,
he
approached
Richard
,
who
was
now
completely
armed
,
and
,
kneeling
down
on
one
knee
,
craved
pardon
of
his
Sovereign
.
"
For
what
,
good
yeoman
?
"
said
Richard
,
somewhat
impatiently
.
"
Have
we
not
already
granted
thee
a
full
pardon
for
all
transgressions
?
Thinkest
thou
our
word
is
a
feather
,
to
be
blown
backward
and
forward
between
us
?
Thou
canst
not
have
had
time
to
commit
any
new
offence
since
that
time
?
"
"
Ay
,
but
I
have
though
,
"
answered
the
yeoman
,
"
if
it
be
an
offence
to
deceive
my
prince
for
his
own
advantage
.
The
bugle
you
have
heard
was
none
of
Malvoisin
's
,
but
blown
by
my
direction
,
to
break
off
the
banquet
,
lest
it
trenched
upon
hours
of
dearer
import
than
to
be
thus
dallied
with
.
"
