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Chapter 42

           Athelstane,however,wentonasfollows,withthehistoryofhisescape:

           "Findingmyselffreedfromthestaple,Idraggedmyselfupstairsaswellasamanloadedwithshackles,andemaciatedwithfasting,might;andaftermuchgropingabout,Iwasatlengthdirected,bythesoundofajollyroundelay,totheapartmentwheretheworthySacristan,anitsopleaseye,washoldingadevil’smasswithahugebeetle-browed,broad-shoulderedbrotherofthegrey-frockandcowl,wholookedmuchmorelikeathiefthanaclergyman.Iburstinuponthem,andthefashionofmygrave-clothes,aswellastheclankingofmychains,madememoreresembleaninhabitantoftheotherworldthanofthis.Bothstoodaghast;butwhenIknockeddowntheSacristanwithmyfist,theotherfellow,hispot-companion,fetchedablowatmewithahugequarter-staff."

           "ThismustbeourFriarTuck,foracount’sransom,"saidRichard,lookingatIvanhoe.

           "Hemaybethedevil,anhewill,"saidAthelstane."Fortunatelyhemissedtheaim;andonmyapproachingtograpplewithhim,tooktohisheelsandranforit.

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