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Chapter 11

           "Twohundredzecchins."

           "Onlytwohundredzecchins!"saidthebandit;"yourmasterhathdealtliberallybythevanquished,andputthemtoacheapransom.Namethosewhopaidthegold."

           Gurthdidso.

           "ThearmourandhorseoftheTemplarBriandeBois-Guilbert,atwhatransomweretheyheld?Thouseestthoucanstnotdeceiveme."

           "Mymaster,"repliedGurth,"willtakenoughtfromtheTemplarsavehislife’s-blood.Theyareontermsofmortaldefiance,andcannotholdcourteousintercoursetogether."

           "Indeed!"repeatedtherobber,andpausedafterhehadsaidtheword."AndwhatwertthounowdoingatAshbywithsuchachargeinthycustody?"

           "IwentthithertorendertoIsaactheJewofYork,"repliedGurth,"thepriceofasuitofarmourwithwhichhefittedmymasterforthistournament."

           "AndhowmuchdidstthoupaytoIsaac?Methinks,tojudgebyweight,thereisstilltwohundredzecchinsinthispouch."

           "IpaidtoIsaac,"saidtheSaxon,"eightyzecchins,andherestoredmeahundredinlieuthereof."

           "How!what!"exclaimedalltherobbersatonce;"darestthoutriflewithus,thatthoutellestsuchimprobablelies?"

           "WhatItellyou,"saidGurth,"isastrueasthemoonisinheaven.Youwillfindthejustsuminasilkenpursewithintheleathernpouch,andseparatefromtherestofthegold."

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