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Chapter 5

           MeanwhiletheAbbotandCedriccontinuedtheirdiscourseuponhunting;theLadyRowenaseemedengagedinconversationwithoneofherattendantfemales;andthehaughtyTemplar,whoseeyewanderedfromtheJewtotheSaxonbeauty,revolvedinhismindthoughtswhichappeareddeeplytointeresthim.

           "Imarvel,worthyCedric,"saidtheAbbot,astheirdiscourseproceeded,"that,greatasyourpredilectionisforyourownmanlylanguage,youdonotreceivetheNorman-Frenchintoyourfavour,sofaratleastasthemysteryofwood-craftandhuntingisconcerned.Surelynotongueissorichinthevariousphraseswhichthefield-sportsdemand,orfurnishesmeanstotheexperiencedwoodmansowelltoexpresshisjovialart."

           "GoodFatherAymer,"saidtheSaxon,"beitknowntoyou,Icarenotforthoseover-searefinements,withoutwhichIcanwellenoughtakemypleasureinthewoods.Icanwindmyhorn,thoughIcallnottheblasteitherarecheateoramorteIcancheermydogsontheprey,andIcanflayandquartertheanimalwhenitisbroughtdown,withoutusingthenewfangledjargonofcuree,arbor,nombles,andallthebabbleofthefabulousSirTristrem."

           "TheFrench,"saidtheTemplar,raisinghisvoicewiththepresumptuousandauthoritativetonewhichheuseduponalloccasions,"isnotonlythenaturallanguageofthechase,butthatofloveandofwar,inwhichladiesshouldbewonandenemiesdefied."

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