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"
No
champion
appears
for
the
appellant
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
.
"
Go
,
herald
,
and
ask
her
whether
she
expects
any
one
to
do
battle
for
her
in
this
her
cause
.
"
The
herald
went
to
the
chair
in
which
Rebecca
was
seated
,
and
Bois-Guilbert
suddenly
turning
his
horse
's
head
toward
that
end
of
the
lists
,
in
spite
of
hints
on
either
side
from
Malvoisin
and
Mont-Fitchet
,
was
by
the
side
of
Rebecca
's
chair
as
soon
as
the
herald
.
"
Is
this
regular
,
and
according
to
the
law
of
combat
?
"
said
Malvoisin
,
looking
to
the
Grand
Master
.
"
Albert
de
Malvoisin
,
it
is
,
"
answered
Beaumanoir
;
"
for
in
this
appeal
to
the
judgment
of
God
,
we
may
not
prohibit
parties
from
having
that
communication
with
each
other
,
which
may
best
tend
to
bring
forth
the
truth
of
the
quarrel
.
"
In
the
meantime
,
the
herald
spoke
to
Rebecca
in
these
terms
:
--
"
Damsel
,
the
Honourable
and
Reverend
the
Grand
Master
demands
of
thee
,
if
thou
art
prepared
with
a
champion
to
do
battle
this
day
in
thy
behalf
,
or
if
thou
dost
yield
thee
as
one
justly
condemned
to
a
deserved
doom
?
"
"
Say
to
the
Grand
Master
,
"
replied
Rebecca
,
"
that
I
maintain
my
innocence
,
and
do
not
yield
me
as
justly
condemned
,
lest
I
become
guilty
of
mine
own
blood
.
Say
to
him
,
that
I
challenge
such
delay
as
his
forms
will
permit
,
to
see
if
God
,
whose
opportunity
is
in
man
's
extremity
,
will
raise
me
up
a
deliverer
;
and
when
such
uttermost
space
is
passed
,
may
His
holy
will
be
done
!
"
The
herald
retired
to
carry
this
answer
to
the
Grand
Master
.
"
God
forbid
,
"
said
Lucas
Beaumanoir
,
"
that
Jew
or
Pagan
should
impeach
us
of
injustice
!
--
Until
the
shadows
be
cast
from
the
west
to
the
eastward
,
will
we
wait
to
see
if
a
champion
shall
appear
for
this
unfortunate
woman
.
When
the
day
is
so
far
passed
,
let
her
prepare
for
death
.
"
The
herald
communicated
the
words
of
the
Grand
Master
to
Rebecca
,
who
bowed
her
head
submissively
,
folded
her
arms
,
and
,
looking
up
towards
heaven
,
seemed
to
expect
that
aid
from
above
which
she
could
scarce
promise
herself
from
man
.
During
this
awful
pause
,
the
voice
of
Bois-Guilbert
broke
upon
her
ear
--
it
was
but
a
whisper
,
yet
it
startled
her
more
than
the
summons
of
the
herald
had
appeared
to
do
.
"
Rebecca
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
"
dost
thou
hear
me
?
"
"
I
have
no
portion
in
thee
,
cruel
,
hard-hearted
man
,
"
said
the
unfortunate
maiden
.
