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Chapter 27

           WasitnotheofStIveswhomtheytiedtoanoak-tree,andcompelledtosingamasswhiletheywereriflinghismailsandhiswallets?No,byourLadythatjestwasplayedbyGualtierofMiddleton,oneofourowncompanions-at-arms.ButtheywereSaxonswhorobbedthechapelatStBeesofcup,candlestickandchalice,weretheynot?"

           "Theyweregodlessmen,"answeredCedric.

           "Ay,andtheydrankoutallthegoodwineandalethatlayinstoreformanyasecretcarousal,whenyepretendyearebutbusiedwithvigilsandprimes!Priest,thouartboundtorevengesuchsacrilege."

           "Iamindeedboundtovengeance,"murmuredCedric;"SaintWitholdknowsmyheart."

           Front-de-Boeuf,inthemeanwhile,ledthewaytoapostern,where,passingthemoatonasingleplank,theyreachedasmallbarbican,orexteriordefence,whichcommunicatedwiththeopenfieldbyawell-fortifiedsallyport.

           "Begone,then;andifthouwiltdomineerrand,andifthoureturnhitherwhenitisdone,thoushaltseeSaxonfleshcheapaseverwashog’sintheshamblesofSheffield.And,harkthee,thouseemesttobeajollyconfessorcomehitheraftertheonslaught,andthoushalthaveasmuchMalvoisieaswoulddrenchthywholeconvent."

           "Assuredlyweshallmeetagain,"answeredCedric.

           "Somethinginhandthewhilst,"continuedtheNorman;and,astheypartedattheposterndoor,hethrustintoCedric’sreluctanthandagoldbyzant,adding,"Remember,Iwillflyoffbothcowlandskin,ifthoufailestinthypurpose."

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