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Chapter 27

           "Theycomenot—oriftheycome,theybetterlovetorevelattheboardsoftheirconquerors,"answeredUrfried,"thantohearthegroansoftheircountrymen—so,atleast,reportspeaksofthem—ofmyselfIcansaylittle.Thiscastle,fortenyears,hasopenedtonopriestsavethedebauchedNormanchaplainwhopartookthenightlyrevelsofFront-de-Boeuf,andhehasbeenlonggonetorenderanaccountofhisstewardship.—ButthouartaSaxon—aSaxonpriest,andIhaveonequestiontoaskofthee."

           "IamaSaxon,"answeredCedric,"butunworthy,surely,ofthenameofpriest.Letmebegoneonmyway—IswearIwillreturn,orsendoneofourfathersmoreworthytohearyourconfession."

           "Stayyetawhile,"saidUrfried;"theaccentsofthevoicewhichthouhearestnowwillsoonbechokedwiththecoldearth,andIwouldnotdescendtoitlikethebeastIhavelived.Butwinemustgivemestrengthtotellthehorrorsofmytale."Shepouredoutacup,anddrankitwithafrightfulavidity,whichseemeddesirousofdrainingthelastdropinthegoblet."Itstupifies,"shesaid,lookingupwardsasshefinishedherdrought,"butitcannotcheer—Partakeit,father,ifyouwouldhearmytalewithoutsinkingdownuponthepavement."Cedricwouldhaveavoidedpledgingherinthisominousconviviality,butthesignwhichshemadetohimexpressedimpatienceanddespair.Hecompliedwithherrequest,andansweredherchallengeinalargewine-cup;shethenproceededwithherstory,asifappeasedbyhiscomplaisance.

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