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Chapter 43

           Duringthisawfulpause,thevoiceofBois-Guilbertbrokeuponherear—itwasbutawhisper,yetitstartledhermorethanthesummonsoftheheraldhadappearedtodo.

           "Rebecca,"saidtheTemplar,"dostthouhearme?"

           "Ihavenoportioninthee,cruel,hard-heartedman,"saidtheunfortunatemaiden.

           "Ay,butdostthouunderstandmywords?"saidtheTemplar;"forthesoundofmyvoiceisfrightfulinmineownears.Iscarceknowonwhatgroundwestand,orforwhatpurposetheyhavebroughtushither.—Thislistedspace—thatchair—thesefaggots—Iknowtheirpurpose,andyetitappearstomelikesomethingunreal—thefearfulpictureofavision,whichappalsmysensewithhideousfantasies,butconvincesnotmyreason."

           "Mymindandsenseskeeptouchandtime,"answeredRebecca,"andtellmealikethatthesefaggotsaredestinedtoconsumemyearthlybody,andopenapainfulbutabriefpassagetoabetterworld."

           "Dreams,Rebecca,—dreams,"answeredtheTemplar;"idlevisions,rejectedbythewisdomofyourownwiserSadducees.Hearme,Rebecca,"hesaid,proceedingwithanimation;"abetterchancehastthouforlifeandlibertythanyonderknavesanddotarddreamof.Mounttheebehindmeonmysteed—onZamor,thegallanthorsethatneverfailedhisrider.IwonhiminsinglefightfromtheSoldanofTrebizond—mount,Isay,behindme—inoneshorthourispursuitandenquiryfarbehind—anewworldofpleasureopenstothee—tomeanewcareeroffame.

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