"A truce to thine insolence, fellow," said the armed rider, breaking in

on his prattle with a high and stern voice, "and tell us, if thou canst,

the road to--How call'd you your Franklin, Prior Aymer?"

"Cedric," answered the Prior; "Cedric the Saxon.--Tell me, good fellow,

are we near his dwelling, and can you show us the road?"

"The road will be uneasy to find," answered Gurth, who broke silence for

the first time, "and the family of Cedric retire early to rest."

"Tush, tell not me, fellow," said the military rider; "'tis easy for

them to arise and supply the wants of travellers such as we are, who

will not stoop to beg the hospitality which we have a right to command."

"I know not," said Gurth, sullenly, "if I should show the way to my

master's house, to those who demand as a right, the shelter which most

are fain to ask as a favour."

"Do you dispute with me, slave!" said the soldier; and, setting spurs

to his horse, he caused him make a demivolte across the path, raising at

the same time the riding rod which he held in his hand, with a purpose

of chastising what he considered as the insolence of the peasant.

Gurth darted at him a savage and revengeful scowl, and with a fierce,

yet hesitating motion, laid his hand on the haft of his knife; but the

interference of Prior Aymer, who pushed his mule betwixt his companion

and the swineherd, prevented the meditated violence.

"Nay, by St Mary, brother Brian, you must not think you are now in

Palestine, predominating over heathen Turks and infidel Saracens; we

islanders love not blows, save those of holy Church, who chasteneth whom

she loveth.--Tell me, good fellow," said he to Wamba, and seconded his

speech by a small piece of silver coin, "the way to Cedric the Saxon's;

you cannot be ignorant of it, and it is your duty to direct the wanderer

even when his character is less sanctified than ours."

"In truth, venerable father," answered the Jester, "the Saracen head of

your right reverend companion has frightened out of mine the way home--I

am not sure I shall get there to-night myself."

"Tush," said the Abbot, "thou canst tell us if thou wilt. This reverend

brother has been all his life engaged in fighting among the Saracens

for the recovery of the Holy Sepulchre; he is of the order of Knights

Templars, whom you may have heard of; he is half a monk, half a

soldier."




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