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Chapter 21

           "Tothewaiting-womanwillInotstoop.Ihaveaprizeamongthecaptivesaslovelyasthineown."

           "Bythemass,thoumeanestthefairJewess!"saidDeBracy.

           "AndifIdo,"saidBois-Guilbert,"whoshallgainsayme?"

           "NoonethatIknow,"saidDeBracy,"unlessitbeyourvowofcelibacy,oracheekofconscienceforanintriguewithaJewess."

           "Formyvow,"saidtheTemplar,"ourGrandMasterhathgrantedmeadispensation.Andformyconscience,amanthathasslainthreehundredSaracens,neednotreckonupeverylittlefailing,likeavillagegirlatherfirstconfessionuponGoodFridayeve."

           "Thouknowestbestthineownprivileges,"saidDeBracy."Yet,Iwouldhaveswornthythoughthadbeenmoreontheoldusurer’smoneybags,thanontheblackeyesofthedaughter."

           "Icanadmireboth,"answeredtheTemplar;"besides,theoldJewisbuthalf-prize.ImustsharehisspoilswithFront-de-Boeuf,whowillnotlendustheuseofhiscastlefornothing.ImusthavesomethingthatIcantermexclusivelymyownbythisforayofours,andIhavefixedonthelovelyJewessasmypeculiarprize.But,nowthouknowestmydrift,thouwiltresumethineownoriginalplan,wiltthounot?Thouhastnothing,thouseest,tofearfrommyinterference."

           "No,"repliedDeBracy,"Iwillremainbesidemyprize.Whatthousaystispassingtrue,butIlikenottheprivilegesacquiredbythedispensationoftheGrandMaster,andthemeritacquiredbytheslaughterofthreehundredSaracens.

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