Chapter 31

           Oncemoreuntothebreach,dearfriends,oncemore,

           Or,closethewallupwithourEnglishdead.

           —————Andyou,goodyeomen,

           WhoselimbsweremadeinEngland,showushere

           Themettleofyourpastureletusswear

           Thatyouareworthyourbreeding.

           KingHenryV

           Cedric,althoughnotgreatlyconfidentinUlrica’smessage,omittednottocommunicateherpromisetotheBlackKnightandLocksley.Theywerewellpleasedtofindtheyhadafriendwithintheplace,whomight,inthemomentofneed,beabletofacilitatetheirentrance,andreadilyagreedwiththeSaxonthatastorm,underwhateverdisadvantages,oughttobeattempted,astheonlymeansofliberatingtheprisonersnowinthehandsofthecruelFront-de-Boeuf.

           "TheroyalbloodofAlfredisendangered,"saidCedric.

           "Thehonourofanobleladyisinperil,"saidtheBlackKnight.

           "And,bytheSaintChristopheratmybaldric,"saidthegoodyeoman,"weretherenoothercausethanthesafetyofthatpoorfaithfulknave,Wamba,Iwouldjeopardajointereahairofhisheadwerehurt."

           "AndsowouldI,"saidtheFriar;"what,sirs!ItrustwellthatafoolImean,d’yeseeme,sirs,afoolthatisfreeofhisguildandmasterofhiscraft,andcangiveasmuchrelishandflavourtoacupofwineaseveraflitchofbaconcanIsay,brethren,suchafoolshallneverwantawiseclerktoprayfororfightforhimatastrait,whileIcansayamassorflourishapartisan."

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