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"
You
thought
amiss
,
Sir
Knight
,
"
said
Athelstane
,
"
and
Wamba
lied
.
My
teeth
are
in
good
order
,
and
that
my
supper
shall
presently
find
--
No
thanks
to
the
Templar
though
,
whose
sword
turned
in
his
hand
,
so
that
the
blade
struck
me
flatlings
,
being
averted
by
the
handle
of
the
good
mace
with
which
I
warded
the
blow
;
had
my
steel-cap
been
on
,
I
had
not
valued
it
a
rush
,
and
had
dealt
him
such
a
counter-buff
as
would
have
spoilt
his
retreat
.
But
as
it
was
,
down
I
went
,
stunned
,
indeed
,
but
unwounded
.
Others
,
of
both
sides
,
were
beaten
down
and
slaughtered
above
me
,
so
that
I
never
recovered
my
senses
until
I
found
myself
in
a
coffin
--
(
an
open
one
,
by
good
luck
)
--
placed
before
the
altar
of
the
church
of
Saint
Edmund
's
.
I
sneezed
repeatedly
--
groaned
--
awakened
and
would
have
arisen
,
when
the
Sacristan
and
Abbot
,
full
of
terror
,
came
running
at
the
noise
,
surprised
,
doubtless
,
and
no
way
pleased
to
find
the
man
alive
,
whose
heirs
they
had
proposed
themselves
to
be
.
I
asked
for
wine
--
they
gave
me
some
,
but
it
must
have
been
highly
medicated
,
for
I
slept
yet
more
deeply
than
before
,
and
wakened
not
for
many
hours
.
I
found
my
arms
swathed
down
--
my
feet
tied
so
fast
that
mine
ankles
ache
at
the
very
remembrance
--
the
place
was
utterly
dark
--
the
oubliette
,
as
I
suppose
,
of
their
accursed
convent
,
and
from
the
close
,
stifled
,
damp
smell
,
I
conceive
it
is
also
used
for
a
place
of
sepulture
.
I
had
strange
thoughts
of
what
had
befallen
me
,
when
the
door
of
my
dungeon
creaked
,
and
two
villain
monks
entered
.
They
would
have
persuaded
me
I
was
in
purgatory
,
but
I
knew
too
well
the
pursy
short-breathed
voice
of
the
Father
Abbot
.
--
Saint
Jeremy
!
how
different
from
that
tone
with
which
he
used
to
ask
me
for
another
slice
of
the
haunch
!
--
the
dog
has
feasted
with
me
from
Christmas
to
Twelfth-night
.
"
"
Have
patience
,
noble
Athelstane
,
"
said
the
King
,
"
take
breath
--
tell
your
story
at
leisure
--
beshrew
me
but
such
a
tale
is
as
well
worth
listening
to
as
a
romance
.
"
"
Ay
but
,
by
the
rood
of
Bromeholm
,
there
was
no
romance
in
the
matter
!
"
said
Athelstane
.
--
"
A
barley
loaf
and
a
pitcher
of
water
--
that
THEY
gave
me
,
the
niggardly
traitors
,
whom
my
father
,
and
I
myself
,
had
enriched
,
when
their
best
resources
were
the
flitches
of
bacon
and
measures
of
corn
,
out
of
which
they
wheedled
poor
serfs
and
bondsmen
,
in
exchange
for
their
prayers
--
the
nest
of
foul
ungrateful
vipers
--
barley
bread
and
ditch
water
to
such
a
patron
as
I
had
been
!
I
will
smoke
them
out
of
their
nest
,
though
I
be
excommunicated
!
"
"
But
,
in
the
name
of
Our
Lady
,
noble
Athelstane
,
"
said
Cedric
,
grasping
the
hand
of
his
friend
,
"
how
didst
thou
escape
this
imminent
danger
--
did
their
hearts
relent
?
"
"
Did
their
hearts
relent
!
"
echoed
Athelstane
.
--
"
Do
rocks
melt
with
the
sun
?
I
should
have
been
there
still
,
had
not
some
stir
in
the
Convent
,
which
I
find
was
their
procession
hitherward
to
eat
my
funeral
feast
,
when
they
well
knew
how
and
where
I
had
been
buried
alive
,
summoned
the
swarm
out
of
their
hive
.
I
heard
them
droning
out
their
death-psalms
,
little
judging
they
were
sung
in
respect
for
my
soul
by
those
who
were
thus
famishing
my
body
.
They
went
,
however
,
and
I
waited
long
for
food
--
no
wonder
--
the
gouty
Sacristan
was
even
too
busy
with
his
own
provender
to
mind
mine
.
At
length
down
he
came
,
with
an
unstable
step
and
a
strong
flavour
of
wine
and
spices
about
his
person
.
Good
cheer
had
opened
his
heart
,
for
he
left
me
a
nook
of
pasty
and
a
flask
of
wine
,
instead
of
my
former
fare
.
I
ate
,
drank
,
and
was
invigorated
;
when
,
to
add
to
my
good
luck
,
the
Sacristan
,
too
totty
to
discharge
his
duty
of
turnkey
fitly
,
locked
the
door
beside
the
staple
,
so
that
it
fell
ajar
.
The
light
,
the
food
,
the
wine
,
set
my
invention
to
work
.
The
staple
to
which
my
chains
were
fixed
,
was
more
rusted
than
I
or
the
villain
Abbot
had
supposed
.
Even
iron
could
not
remain
without
consuming
in
the
damps
of
that
infernal
dungeon
.
"
"
Take
breath
,
noble
Athelstane
,
"
said
Richard
,
"
and
partake
of
some
refreshment
,
ere
you
proceed
with
a
tale
so
dreadful
.
"
"
Partake
!
"
quoth
Athelstane
;
"
I
have
been
partaking
five
times
to-day
--
and
yet
a
morsel
of
that
savoury
ham
were
not
altogether
foreign
to
the
matter
;
and
I
pray
you
,
fair
sir
,
to
do
me
reason
in
a
cup
of
wine
.
"
