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Bois-Guilbert
turned
his
countenance
irresolutely
towards
Rebecca
,
and
then
exclaimed
,
looking
fiercely
at
Ivanhoe
,
"
Dog
of
a
Saxon
!
take
thy
lance
,
and
prepare
for
the
death
thou
hast
drawn
upon
thee
!
"
"
Does
the
Grand
Master
allow
me
the
combat
?
"
said
Ivanhoe
.
"
I
may
not
deny
what
thou
hast
challenged
,
"
said
the
Grand
Master
,
"
provided
the
maiden
accepts
thee
as
her
champion
.
Yet
I
would
thou
wert
in
better
plight
to
do
battle
.
An
enemy
of
our
Order
hast
thou
ever
been
,
yet
would
I
have
thee
honourably
met
with
.
"
"
Thus
--
thus
as
I
am
,
and
not
otherwise
,
"
said
Ivanhoe
;
"
it
is
the
judgment
of
God
--
to
his
keeping
I
commend
myself
.
--
Rebecca
,
"
said
he
,
riding
up
to
the
fatal
chair
,
"
dost
thou
accept
of
me
for
thy
champion
?
"
"
I
do
,
"
she
said
--
"
I
do
,
"
fluttered
by
an
emotion
which
the
fear
of
death
had
been
unable
to
produce
,
"
I
do
accept
thee
as
the
champion
whom
Heaven
hath
sent
me
.
Yet
,
no
--
no
--
thy
wounds
are
uncured
--
Meet
not
that
proud
man
--
why
shouldst
thou
perish
also
?
"
But
Ivanhoe
was
already
at
his
post
,
and
had
closed
his
visor
,
and
assumed
his
lance
.
Bois-Guilbert
did
the
same
;
and
his
esquire
remarked
,
as
he
clasped
his
visor
,
that
his
face
,
which
had
,
notwithstanding
the
variety
of
emotions
by
which
he
had
been
agitated
,
continued
during
the
whole
morning
of
an
ashy
paleness
,
was
now
become
suddenly
very
much
flushed
.
The
herald
,
then
,
seeing
each
champion
in
his
place
,
uplifted
his
voice
,
repeating
thrice
--
"
Faites
vos
devoirs
,
preux
chevaliers
!
"
After
the
third
cry
,
he
withdrew
to
one
side
of
the
lists
,
and
again
proclaimed
,
that
none
,
on
peril
of
instant
death
,
should
dare
,
by
word
,
cry
,
or
action
,
to
interfere
with
or
disturb
this
fair
field
of
combat
.
The
Grand
Master
,
who
held
in
his
hand
the
gage
of
battle
,
Rebecca
's
glove
,
now
threw
it
into
the
lists
,
and
pronounced
the
fatal
signal
words
,
"
Laissez
aller
"
.
The
trumpets
sounded
,
and
the
knights
charged
each
other
in
full
career
.
The
wearied
horse
of
Ivanhoe
,
and
its
no
less
exhausted
rider
,
went
down
,
as
all
had
expected
,
before
the
well-aimed
lance
and
vigorous
steed
of
the
Templar
.
This
issue
of
the
combat
all
had
foreseen
;
but
although
the
spear
of
Ivanhoe
did
but
,
in
comparison
,
touch
the
shield
of
Bois-Guilbert
,
that
champion
,
to
the
astonishment
of
all
who
beheld
it
reeled
in
his
saddle
,
lost
his
stirrups
,
and
fell
in
the
lists
Ivanhoe
,
extricating
himself
from
his
fallen
horse
,
was
soon
on
foot
,
hastening
to
mend
his
fortune
with
his
sword
;
but
his
antagonist
arose
not
.
Wilfred
,
placing
his
foot
on
his
breast
,
and
the
sword
's
point
to
his
throat
,
commanded
him
to
yield
him
,
or
die
on
the
spot
.
Bois-Guilbert
returned
no
answer
.
