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Chapter 7

           "AndWatTyrrel’smark,atahundredyards,"saidavoicefrombehind,butbywhomutteredcouldnotbediscerned.

           ThisallusiontothefateofWilliamRufus,hisRelative,atonceincensedandalarmedPrinceJohn.Hesatisfiedhimself,however,withcommandingthemen-at-arms,whosurroundedthelists,tokeepaneyeonthebraggart,pointingtotheyeoman.

           "ByStGrizzel,"headded,"wewilltryhisownskill,whoissoreadytogivehisvoicetothefeatsofothers!"

           "Ishallnotflythetrial,"saidtheyeoman,withthecomposurewhichmarkedhiswholedeportment.

           "Meanwhile,standup,yeSaxonchurls,"saidthefieryPrince;"for,bythelightofHeaven,sinceIhavesaidit,theJewshallhavehisseatamongstye!"

           "Bynomeans,anitpleaseyourGrace!itisnotfitforsuchaswetositwiththerulersoftheland,"saidtheJew;whoseambitionforprecedencethoughithadledhimtodisputePlacewiththeextenuatedandimpoverisheddescendantofthelineofMontdidier,bynomeansstimulatedhimtoanintrusionupontheprivilegesofthewealthySaxons.

           "Up,infideldogwhenIcommandyou,"saidPrinceJohn,"orIwillhavethyswarthyhidestriptoff,andtannedforhorse-furniture."

           Thusurged,theJewbegantoascendthesteepandnarrowstepswhichleduptothegallery.

           "Letmesee,"saidthePrince,"whodarestophim,"fixinghiseyeonCedric,whoseattitudeintimatedhisintentiontohurltheJewdownheadlong.

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