compence thy people who were partakers with us in this adventure."

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"Good yeoman," said Cedric, my heart is oppressed with sadness. The noble Athelstane of Coningsburgh is no more—the last sprout of the sainted Confessor ! Hopes have perished with him which can never return!-A sparkle hath been quenched by his blood, which no human breath can again rekindle! My people, save the few who are now with me, do but tarry my presence to transport his honoured remains to their last mansion. The Lady Rowena is desirous to return to Rotherwood, and must be escorted by a sufficient force. I should, therefore, ere now, have left this place; and I waited-not to share the booty, for, so help me God and Saint Withold! as neither I nor any of mine will touch the value of a liard,I waited but to render my thanks to thee and to thy bold yeomen, for the life and honour ye have saved."

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Nay, but," said the chief Outlaw, "we did but half the work at most-take of the spoil what may reward your own neighbours and followers." "I am rich enough to reward them from mine own wealth," answered Cedric.

"And some," said Wamba, "have been wise enough to reward themselves; they do not march off empty-handed altogether. We do not all wear motley."

"They are welcome," said Locksley; "our laws bind but ourselves."

"But thou, my poor knave," said Cedric, turning about and embracing his Jester," how shall I reward thee, who feared not to give thy body to chains and death instead of mine!-All forsook me, when the poor fool was faithful!"

A tear stood in the eye of the rough Thane as he spoke a mark of feeling which even the death of Athelstane had not extracted; but there was something in the half-instinctive attachment of his clown, that waked his nature more keenly than even grief itself.

"Nay," said the Jester, extricating himself from his master's caress," if you pay my service with the water of your eye, the Jester must weep for company, and then what becomes of his vocation? -But, uncle, if you would indeed pleasure me, I pray you to pardon my playfellow Gurth, who stole a week from your service to bestow it on your

son."

"Pardon him!" exclaimed Cedric; "I will both pardon and reward him.-Kneel down, Gurth.". The swine-herd was in an instant at his master's feet-"THEOW and ESNE art thou no longer," said Cedric, touching him with a wand; "FOLKFREE and SACLESS art thou in town and from town, in the forest as in the field. A hyde of land I give to thee in my steads of Walbrugham, from

me and mine to thee and thine aye and for ever; and God's malison on his head who this gainsays!"

No longer a serf, but a freeman and a landholder, Gurth sprung upon his feet, and twice bounded aloft to almost his own height from the ground.

"A smith and a file," he cried, " to do away the collar from the neck of a freeman!-Noble master! doubled is my strength by your gift, and doubly will I fight for you!-There is a free spirit in my breast-I am a man changed to myself and all around.—Ha, Fangs!" he continued,—for that faithful cur, seeing his master thus transported, began to jump upon him, to express his sympathy, -"knowest thou thy master still ?"

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Ay," said Wamba, " Fangs and I still know thee, Gurth, though we must needs abide by the collar; it is only thou art likely to forget both us and thyself."

"I shall forget myself indeed ere I forget thee, true comrade," said Gurth; "and were freedom fit for thee, Wamba, the master would not let thee want it.”

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Nay," said Wamba, "never think I envy thee, brother Gurth; the serf sits by the hall-fire when the freeman must forth to the field-And what saith Oldhelm of Malmsbury-Better a fool at a feast than a wise man at a fray."

The tramp of horses was now heard, and the Lady Rowena appeared, surrounded by several riders, and a much stronger party of footmen, who joyfully shook their pikes and clashed their brownbills for joy of her freedom. She herself, richly attired, and mounted on a dark chesnut palfrey, had recovered all the dignity of her manner, and only an unwonted degree of paleness shewed the sufferings she had undergone. Her lovely brow, though sorrowful, bore on it a cast of reviving hope referring to the future, as well as of grateful thankfulness for the past deliverance-She knew that Ivanhoe was safe, and she knew that Athelstane was dead. The former assurance filled her with the most sincere delight; and if she did not rejoice at the other, she might be pardoned for feeling the full advantage of being freed from further persecution on the only subject in which she had ever been contradicted by her guardian Cedric.

As Rowena bent her steed towards Locksley's seat, that bold yeoman, with all his followers, rose to receive her, as if by a general instinct of courtesy. The blood rose to her cheeks, as, courteously waving her hand, and bending so low that her beautiful and loose tresses were for an instant mixed with the flowing mane of her palfrey, she expressed in few but apt words her obligations and her gratitude to Locksley and her other deliver

ers." God bless you, brave men," she concluded, "God and Our Lady bless you and requite you for gallantly periling yourselves in the cause of the oppressed!-If any of you should hunger, remember Rowena has food-if you should thirst, she has many a butt of wine and brown ale-and if the Normans drive ye from these walks, Rowena has forests of her own, where her gallant deliverers may range at full freedom."

"Thanks, gentle lady," said Locksley; "thanks from my company and myself. But, to have saved you requites itself. We who walk the greenwood do many a wild deed, and the Lady Rowena's deliverance may be received as an atonement."

Again bowing from her palfrey, Rowena turned to depart; but, pausing a moment, while Cedric, who was to attend her, was also taking his leave, she found herself unexpectedly close by the prisoner De Bracy. He stood under a tree in deep meditation, his arms crossed upon his breast, and Rowena was in hopes she might pass him unobserved. He looked up, however, and, when aware of her presence, a deep flush of shame suffused his handsome countenance. He stood a moment most irresolute; then, stepping forward, took her palfrey by the rein, and bent his knee before her.

"Will the Lady Rowena deign to cast an eye on a captive knight-on a dishonoured soldier ?"