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Chapter 5

           Butourbardsarenomore,"hesaid;"ourdeedsarelostinthoseofanotherraceourlanguageourverynameishasteningtodecay,andnonemournsforitsaveonesolitaryoldmanCupbearer!knave,fillthegobletsTothestronginarms,SirTemplar,betheirraceorlanguagewhatitwill,whonowbearthembestinPalestineamongthechampionsoftheCross!"

           "Itbecomesnotonewearingthisbadgetoanswer,"saidSirBriandeBois-Guilbert;"yettowhom,besidestheswornChampionsoftheHolySepulchre,canthepalmbeassignedamongthechampionsoftheCross?"

           "TotheKnightsHospitallers,"saidtheAbbot;"Ihaveabrotheroftheirorder."

           "Iimpeachnottheirfame,"saidtheTemplar;"nevertheless"

           "Ithink,friendCedric,"saidWamba,interfering,"thathadRichardoftheLion’sHeartbeenwiseenoughtohavetakenafool’sadvice,hemighthavestaidathomewithhismerryEnglishmen,andlefttherecoveryofJerusalemtothosesameKnightswhohadmosttodowiththelossofit."

           "Werethere,then,noneintheEnglisharmy,"saidtheLadyRowena,"whosenamesareworthytobementionedwiththeKnightsoftheTemple,andofStJohn?"

           "Forgiveme,lady,"repliedDeBois-Guilbert;"theEnglishmonarchdid,indeed,bringtoPalestineahostofgallantwarriors,secondonlytothosewhosebreastshavebeentheunceasingbulwarkofthatblessedland."

           "SecondtoNONE,"saidthePilgrim,whohadstoodnearenoughtohear,andhadlistenedtothisconversationwithmarkedimpatience.

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