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Chapter 42

           "Talknottomeofdeliveringanyone,"saidAthelstane;"itiswellIamdeliveredmyself.IammoreintentonpunishingthatvillainAbbot.HeshallhangonthetopofthisCastleofConingsburgh,inhiscopeandstole;andifthestairsbetoostraittoadmithisfatcarcass,Iwillhavehimcranedupfromwithout."

           "But,myson,"saidEdith,"considerhissacredoffice."

           "Considermythreedays’fast,"repliedAthelstane;"Iwillhavetheirbloodeveryoneofthem.Front-de-Boeufwasburntaliveforalessmatter,forhekeptagoodtableforhisprisoners,onlyputtoomuchgarlicinhislastdishofpottage.Butthesehypocritical,ungratefulslaves,sooftentheself-invitedflatterersatmyboard,whogavemeneitherpottagenorgarlic,moreorless,theydie,bythesoulofHengist!"

           "ButthePope,mynoblefriend,"saidCedric

           "Butthedevil,mynoblefriend,"answeredAthelstane;"theydie,andnomoreofthem.Weretheythebestmonksuponearth,theworldwouldgoonwithoutthem."

           "Forshame,nobleAthelstane,"saidCedric;"forgetsuchwretchesinthecareerofglorywhichliesopenbeforethee.TellthisNormanprince,RichardofAnjou,that,lion-heartedasheis,heshallnotholdundisputedthethroneofAlfred,whileamaledescendantoftheHolyConfessorlivestodisputeit."

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