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Chapter 14

           "No,mylord,"repliedCedric,standingup,andplacingonthetablehisuntastedcup,"Iyieldnotthenameofsontothedisobedientyouth,whoatoncedespisesmycommands,andrelinquishesthemannersandcustomsofhisfathers."

           "’Tisimpossible,"criedPrinceJohn,withwell-feignedastonishment,"thatsogallantaknightshouldbeanunworthyordisobedientson!"

           "Yet,mylord,"answeredCedric,"soitiswiththisWilfred.Heleftmyhomelydwellingtominglewiththegaynobilityofyourbrother’scourt,wherehelearnedtodothosetricksofhorsemanshipwhichyouprizesohighly.Heleftitcontrarytomywishandcommand;andinthedaysofAlfredthatwouldhavebeentermeddisobedienceay,andacrimeseverelypunishable."

           "Alas!"repliedPrinceJohn,withadeepsighofaffectedsympathy,"sinceyoursonwasafollowerofmyunhappybrother,itneednotbeenquiredwhereorfromwhomhelearnedthelessonoffilialdisobedience."

           ThusspakePrinceJohn,wilfullyforgetting,thatofallthesonsofHenrytheSecond,thoughnoonewasfreefromthecharge,hehimselfhadbeenmostdistinguishedforrebellionandingratitudetohisfather.

           "Ithink,"saidhe,afteramoment’spause,"thatmybrotherproposedtoconferuponhisfavouritetherichmanorofIvanhoe."

           "Hedidendowhimwithit,"answeredCedric;"norisitmyleastquarrelwithmyson,thathestoopedtohold,asafeudalvassal,theverydomainswhichhisfatherspossessedinfreeandindependentright.

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