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Chapter 43

           Ivanhoe,extricatinghimselffromhisfallenhorse,wassoononfoot,hasteningtomendhisfortunewithhissword;buthisantagonistarosenot.Wilfred,placinghisfootonhisbreast,andthesword’spointtohisthroat,commandedhimtoyieldhim,ordieonthespot.Bois-Guilbertreturnednoanswer.

           "Slayhimnot,SirKnight,"criedtheGrandMaster,"unshrivenandunabsolved—killnotbodyandsoul!Weallowhimvanquished."

           Hedescendedintothelists,andcommandedthemtounhelmtheconqueredchampion.Hiseyeswereclosed—thedarkredflushwasstillonhisbrow.Astheylookedonhiminastonishment,theeyesopened—buttheywerefixedandglazed.Theflushpassedfromhisbrow,andgavewaytothepallidhueofdeath.Unscathedbythelanceofhisenemy,hehaddiedavictimtotheviolenceofhisowncontendingpassions.

           "ThisisindeedthejudgmentofGod,"saidtheGrandMaster,lookingupwards—"Fiatvoluntastua!"

           

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