"It is well spoken," replied the outlaw in French, finding it difficult

probably to sustain, in Saxon, a conversation which Rebecca had opened

in that language; "but know, bright lily of the vale of Baca! that thy

father is already in the hands of a powerful alchemist, who knows how to

convert into gold and silver even the rusty bars of a dungeon grate. The

venerable Isaac is subjected to an alembic, which will distil from

him all he holds dear, without any assistance from my requests or thy

entreaty. The ransom must be paid by love and beauty, and in no other

coin will I accept it."

"Thou art no outlaw," said Rebecca, in the same language in which he

addressed her; "no outlaw had refused such offers. No outlaw in this

land uses the dialect in which thou hast spoken. Thou art no outlaw, but

a Norman--a Norman, noble perhaps in birth--O, be so in thy actions, and

cast off this fearful mask of outrage and violence!"

"And thou, who canst guess so truly," said Brian de Bois-Guilbert,

dropping the mantle from his face, "art no true daughter of Israel,

but in all, save youth and beauty, a very witch of Endor. I am not an

outlaw, then, fair rose of Sharon. And I am one who will be more prompt

to hang thy neck and arms with pearls and diamonds, which so well become

them, than to deprive thee of these ornaments."

"What wouldst thou have of me," said Rebecca, "if not my wealth?--We

can have nought in common between us--you are a Christian--I am a

Jewess.--Our union were contrary to the laws, alike of the church and

the synagogue."

"It were so, indeed," replied the Templar, laughing; "wed with a Jewess?

'Despardieux!'--Not if she were the Queen of Sheba! And know, besides,

sweet daughter of Zion, that were the most Christian king to offer me

his most Christian daughter, with Languedoc for a dowery, I could not

wed her. It is against my vow to love any maiden, otherwise than 'par

amours', as I will love thee. I am a Templar. Behold the cross of my

Holy Order."

"Darest thou appeal to it," said Rebecca, "on an occasion like the

present?"

"And if I do so," said the Templar, "it concerns not thee, who art no

believer in the blessed sign of our salvation."

"I believe as my fathers taught," said Rebecca; "and may God forgive my

belief if erroneous! But you, Sir Knight, what is yours, when you appeal

without scruple to that which you deem most holy, even while you are

about to transgress the most solemn of your vows as a knight, and as a

man of religion?"




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