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Chapter 8

           Asitchanced,however,saddle,horse,andman,rolledonthegroundunderacloudofdust.

           Toextricatehimselffromthestirrupsandfallensteed,wastotheTemplarscarcetheworkofamoment;and,stungwithmadness,bothathisdisgraceandattheacclamationswithwhichitwashailedbythespectators,hedrewhisswordandwaveditindefianceofhisconqueror.TheDisinheritedKnightsprungfromhissteed,andalsounsheathedhissword.Themarshalsofthefield,however,spurredtheirhorsesbetweenthem,andremindedthem,thatthelawsofthetournamentdidnot,onthepresentoccasion,permitthisspeciesofencounter.

           "Weshallmeetagain,Itrust,"saidtheTemplar,castingaresentfulglanceathisantagonist;"andwheretherearenonetoseparateus."

           "Ifwedonot,"saidtheDisinheritedKnight,"thefaultshallnotbemine.Onfootorhorseback,withspear,withaxe,orwithsword,Iamalikereadytoencounterthee."

           Moreandangrierwordswouldhavebeenexchanged,butthemarshals,crossingtheirlancesbetwixtthem,compelledthemtoseparate.TheDisinheritedKnightreturnedtohisfirststation,andBois-Guilberttohistent,whereheremainedfortherestofthedayinanagonyofdespair.

           Withoutalightingfromhishorse,theconquerorcalledforabowlofwine,andopeningthebeaver,orlowerpartofhishelmet,announcedthathequaffedit,"ToalltrueEnglishhearts,andtotheconfusionofforeigntyrants."

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