"So may Abraham, Jacob, and all the fathers of our people assist me,"

said Isaac, "I cannot make the choice, because I have not the means of

satisfying your exorbitant demand!"

"Seize him and strip him, slaves," said the knight, "and let the fathers

of his race assist him if they can."

The assistants, taking their directions more from the Baron's eye and

his hand than his tongue, once more stepped forward, laid hands on the

unfortunate Isaac, plucked him up from the ground, and, holding him

between them, waited the hard-hearted Baron's farther signal. The

unhappy Jew eyed their countenances and that of Front-de-Boeuf, in

hope of discovering some symptoms of relenting; but that of the Baron

exhibited the same cold, half-sullen, half-sarcastic smile which had

been the prelude to his cruelty; and the savage eyes of the Saracens,

rolling gloomily under their dark brows, acquiring a yet more sinister

expression by the whiteness of the circle which surrounds the pupil,

evinced rather the secret pleasure which they expected from the

approaching scene, than any reluctance to be its directors or agents.

The Jew then looked at the glowing furnace, over which he was presently

to be stretched, and seeing no chance of his tormentor's relenting, his

resolution gave way.

"I will pay," he said, "the thousand pounds of silver--That is," he

added, after a moment's pause, "I will pay it with the help of my

brethren; for I must beg as a mendicant at the door of our synagogue ere

I make up so unheard-of a sum.--When and where must it be delivered?"

"Here," replied Front-de-Boeuf, "here it must be delivered--weighed it

must be--weighed and told down on this very dungeon floor.--Thinkest

thou I will part with thee until thy ransom is secure?"

"And what is to be my surety," said the Jew, "that I shall be at liberty

after this ransom is paid?"

"The word of a Norman noble, thou pawn-broking slave," answered

Front-de-Boeuf; "the faith of a Norman nobleman, more pure than the gold

and silver of thee and all thy tribe."

"I crave pardon, noble lord," said Isaac timidly, "but wherefore should

I rely wholly on the word of one who will trust nothing to mine?"

"Because thou canst not help it, Jew," said the knight, sternly. "Wert

thou now in thy treasure-chamber at York, and were I craving a loan of

thy shekels, it would be thine to dictate the time of payment, and the

pledge of security. This is MY treasure-chamber. Here I have thee at

advantage, nor will I again deign to repeat the terms on which I grant

thee liberty."




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