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Chapter 5

           "Pledgemeinacupofwine,SirTemplar,"saidCedric,"andfillanothertotheAbbot,whileIlookbacksomethirtyyearstotellyouanothertale.AsCedrictheSaxonthenwas,hisplainEnglishtaleneedednogarnishfromFrenchtroubadours,whenitwastoldintheearofbeauty;andthefieldofNorthallerton,uponthedayoftheHolyStandard,couldtellwhethertheSaxonwar-crywasnotheardasfarwithintheranksoftheScottishhostasthecrideguerreoftheboldestNormanbaron.Tothememoryofthebravewhofoughtthere!Pledgeme,myguests."Hedrankdeep,andwentonwithincreasingwarmth."Ay,thatwasadayofcleavingofshields,whenahundredbannerswerebentforwardsovertheheadsofthevaliant,andbloodflowedroundlikewater,anddeathwasheldbetterthanflight.ASaxonbardhadcalleditafeastoftheswordsagatheringoftheeaglestothepreytheclashingofbillsuponshieldandhelmet,theshoutingofbattlemorejoyfulthantheclamourofabridal.

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