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"
False
villain
!
what
meanest
thou
by
thy
hand
on
my
rein
?
"
said
Sir
Brian
,
angrily
.
And
shaking
off
his
companion
's
grasp
,
he
rode
back
to
the
upper
end
of
the
lists
.
"
There
is
yet
spirit
in
him
,
"
said
Malvoisin
apart
to
Mont-Fitchet
,
"
were
it
well
directed
--
but
,
like
the
Greek
fire
,
it
burns
whatever
approaches
it
.
"
The
Judges
had
now
been
two
hours
in
the
lists
,
awaiting
in
vain
the
appearance
of
a
champion
.
"
And
reason
good
,
"
said
Friar
Tuck
,
"
seeing
she
is
a
Jewess
--
and
yet
,
by
mine
Order
,
it
is
hard
that
so
young
and
beautiful
a
creature
should
perish
without
one
blow
being
struck
in
her
behalf
!
Were
she
ten
times
a
witch
,
provided
she
were
but
the
least
bit
of
a
Christian
,
my
quarter-staff
should
ring
noon
on
the
steel
cap
of
yonder
fierce
Templar
,
ere
he
carried
the
matter
off
thus
.
"
It
was
,
however
,
the
general
belief
that
no
one
could
or
would
appear
for
a
Jewess
,
accused
of
sorcery
;
and
the
knights
,
instigated
by
Malvoisin
,
whispered
to
each
other
,
that
it
was
time
to
declare
the
pledge
of
Rebecca
forfeited
.
At
this
instant
a
knight
,
urging
his
horse
to
speed
,
appeared
on
the
plain
advancing
towards
the
lists
.
A
hundred
voices
exclaimed
,
"
A
champion
!
a
champion
!
"
And
despite
the
prepossessions
and
prejudices
of
the
multitude
,
they
shouted
unanimously
as
the
knight
rode
into
the
tiltyard
,
The
second
glance
,
however
,
served
to
destroy
the
hope
that
his
timely
arrival
had
excited
.
His
horse
,
urged
for
many
miles
to
its
utmost
speed
,
appeared
to
reel
from
fatigue
,
and
the
rider
,
however
undauntedly
he
presented
himself
in
the
lists
,
either
from
weakness
,
weariness
,
or
both
,
seemed
scarce
able
to
support
himself
in
the
saddle
.
To
the
summons
of
the
herald
,
who
demanded
his
rank
,
his
name
,
and
purpose
,
the
stranger
knight
answered
readily
and
boldly
,
"
I
am
a
good
knight
and
noble
,
come
hither
to
sustain
with
lance
and
sword
the
just
and
lawful
quarrel
of
this
damsel
,
Rebecca
,
daughter
of
Isaac
of
York
;
to
uphold
the
doom
pronounced
against
her
to
be
false
and
truthless
,
and
to
defy
Sir
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
,
as
a
traitor
,
murderer
,
and
liar
;
as
I
will
prove
in
this
field
with
my
body
against
his
,
by
the
aid
of
God
,
of
Our
Lady
,
and
of
Monseigneur
Saint
George
,
the
good
knight
.
"
"
The
stranger
must
first
show
,
"
said
Malvoisin
,
"
that
he
is
good
knight
,
and
of
honourable
lineage
.
The
Temple
sendeth
not
forth
her
champions
against
nameless
men
.
"
"
My
name
,
"
said
the
Knight
,
raising
his
helmet
,
"
is
better
known
,
my
lineage
more
pure
,
Malvoisin
,
than
thine
own
.
I
am
Wilfred
of
Ivanhoe
.
"
"
I
will
not
fight
with
thee
at
present
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
in
a
changed
and
hollow
voice
.
"
Get
thy
wounds
healed
,
purvey
thee
a
better
horse
,
and
it
may
be
I
will
hold
it
worth
my
while
to
scourge
out
of
thee
this
boyish
spirit
of
bravado
.
"
"
Ha
!
proud
Templar
,
"
said
Ivanhoe
,
"
hast
thou
forgotten
that
twice
didst
thou
fall
before
this
lance
?
Remember
the
lists
at
Acre
--
remember
the
Passage
of
Arms
at
Ashby
--
remember
thy
proud
vaunt
in
the
halls
of
Rotherwood
,
and
the
gage
of
your
gold
chain
against
my
reliquary
,
that
thou
wouldst
do
battle
with
Wilfred
of
Ivanhoe
,
and
recover
the
honour
thou
hadst
lost
!
By
that
reliquary
and
the
holy
relic
it
contains
,
I
will
proclaim
thee
,
Templar
,
a
coward
in
every
court
in
Europe
--
in
every
Preceptory
of
thine
Order
--
unless
thou
do
battle
without
farther
delay
.
"
