------Flower of warriors,
How is't with Titus Lartius?
MARCIUS.--As with a man busied about decrees,
Condemning some to death and some to exile,
Ransoming him or pitying, threatening the other.
The captive Abbot's features and manners exhibited a whimsical
mixture of offended pride, and deranged foppery and bodily
"Why, how now, my masters?" said he, with a voice in which all
three emotions were blended. "What order is this among ye? Be
ye Turks or Christians, that handle a churchman?---Know ye what
it is, 'manus imponere in servos Domini'? Ye have plundered my
mails---torn my cope of curious cut lace, which might have served
a cardinal!---Another in my place would have been at his
'excommunicabo vos'; but I am placible, and if ye order forth my
palfreys, release my brethren, and restore my mails, tell down
with all speed an hundred crowns to be expended in masses at the
high altar of Jorvaulx Abbey, and make your vow to eat no venison
until next Pentecost, it may be you shall hear little more of
this mad frolic."
"Holy Father," said the chief Outlaw, "it grieves me to think
that you have met with such usage from any of my followers, as
calls for your fatherly reprehension."
"Usage!" echoed the priest, encouraged by the mild tone of the
silvan leader; "it were usage fit for no hound of good race
---much less for a Christian---far less for a priest---and least
of all for the Prior of the holy community of Jorvaulx. Here is
a profane and drunken minstrel, called Allan-a-Dale---'nebulo
quidam'---who has menaced me with corporal punishment---nay, with
death itself, an I pay not down four hundred crowns of ransom, to
the boot of all the treasure he hath already robbed me of---gold
chains and gymmal rings to an unknown value; besides what is
broken and spoiled among their rude hands, such as my pouncer-box
and silver crisping-tongs."
"It is impossible that Allan-a-Dale can have thus treated a man
of your reverend bearing," replied the Captain.
"It is true as the gospel of Saint Nicodemus," said the Prior;
"he swore, with many a cruel north-country oath, that he would
hang me up on the highest tree in the greenwood."
"Did he so in very deed? Nay, then, reverend father, I think you
had better comply with his demands---for Allan-a-Dale is the very
man to abide by his word when he has so pledged it." *
* A commissary is said to have received similar consolation
from a certain Commander-in-chief, to whom he complained
that a general officer had used some such threat towards
him as that in the text.
"You do but jest with me," said the astounded Prior, with a
forced laugh; "and I love a good jest with all my heart. But,
ha! ha! ha! when the mirth has lasted the livelong night, it is
time to be grave in the morning."
"And I am as grave as a father confessor," replied the Outlaw;
"you must pay a round ransom, Sir Prior, or your convent is
likely to be called to a new election; for your place will know
you no more."
"Are ye Christians," said the Prior, "and hold this language to a
"Christians! ay, marry are we, and have divinity among us to
boot," answered the Outlaw. "Let our buxom chaplain stand forth,
and expound to this reverend father the texts which concern this
The Friar, half-drunk, half-sober, had huddled a friar's frock
over his green cassock, and now summoning together whatever
scraps of learning he had acquired by rote in former days, "Holy
father," said he, "'Deus faciat salvam benignitatem vestram'
---You are welcome to the greenwood."
"What profane mummery is this?" said the Prior. "Friend, if thou
be'st indeed of the church, it were a better deed to show me how
I may escape from these men's hands, than to stand ducking and
grinning here like a morris-dancer."
"Truly, reverend father," said the Friar, "I know but one mode in
which thou mayst escape. This is Saint Andrew's day with us, we
are taking our tithes."
"But not of the church, then, I trust, my good brother?" said the
"Of church and lay," said the Friar; "and therefore, Sir Prior
'facite vobis amicos de Mammone iniquitatis'---make yourselves
friends of the Mammon of unrighteousness, for no other friendship
is like to serve your turn."
"I love a jolly woodsman at heart," said the Prior, softening his
tone; "come, ye must not deal too hard with me---I can well of
woodcraft, and can wind a horn clear and lustily, and hollo till
every oak rings again---Come, ye must not deal too hard with me."
"Give him a horn," said the Outlaw; "we will prove the skill he
The Prior Aymer winded a blast accordingly. The Captain shook
"Sir Prior," he said, "thou blowest a merry note, but it may not
ransom thee---we cannot afford, as the legend on a good knight's
shield hath it, to set thee free for a blast. Moreover, I have
found thee---thou art one of those, who, with new French graces
and Tra-li-ras, disturb the ancient English bugle notes.---Prior,
that last flourish on the recheat hath added fifty crowns to thy
ransom, for corrupting the true old manly blasts of venerie."
"Well, friend," said the Abbot, peevishly, "thou art ill to
please with thy woodcraft. I pray thee be more conformable in
this matter of my ransom. At a word---since I must needs, for
once, hold a candle to the devil---what ransom am I to pay for
walking on Watling-street, without having fifty men at my back?"
"Were it not well," said the Lieutenant of the gang apart to the
Captain, "that the Prior should name the Jew's ransom, and the
Jew name the Prior's?"
"Thou art a mad knave," said the Captain, "but thy plan
transcends!---Here, Jew, step forth---Look at that holy Father
Aymer, Prior of the rich Abbey of Jorvaulx, and tell us at what
ransom we should hold him?---Thou knowest the income of his
convent, I warrant thee."
"O, assuredly," said Isaac. "I have trafficked with the good
fathers, and bought wheat and barley, and fruits of the earth,
and also much wool. O, it is a rich abbey-stede, and they do
live upon the fat, and drink the sweet wines upon the lees, these
good fathers of Jorvaulx. Ah, if an outcast like me had such a
home to go to, and such incomings by the year and by the month, I
would pay much gold and silver to redeem my captivity."
"Hound of a Jew!" exclaimed the Prior, "no one knows better than
thy own cursed self, that our holy house of God is indebted for
the finishing of our chancel---"
"And for the storing of your cellars in the last season with the
due allowance of Gascon wine," interrupted the Jew; "but that
---that is small matters."
"Hear the infidel dog!" said the churchman; "he jangles as if our
holy community did come under debts for the wines we have a
license to drink, 'propter necessitatem, et ad frigus
depellendum'. The circumcised villain blasphemeth the holy
church, and Christian men listen and rebuke him not!"
"All this helps nothing," said the leader.---"Isaac, pronounce
what he may pay, without flaying both hide and hair."
"An six hundred crowns," said Isaac, "the good Prior might well
pay to your honoured valours, and never sit less soft in his
"Six hundred crowns," said the leader, gravely; "I am contented
---thou hast well spoken, Isaac---six hundred crowns.---It is a
sentence, Sir Prior."
"A sentence!---a sentence!" exclaimed the band; "Solomon had not
done it better."
"Thou hearest thy doom, Prior," said the leader.
"Ye are mad, my masters," said the Prior; "where am I to find
such a sum? If I sell the very pyx and candlesticks on the altar
at Jorvaulx, I shall scarce raise the half; and it will be
necessary for that purpose that I go to Jorvaulx myself; ye may
retain as borrows*
* Borghs, or borrows, signifies pledges. Hence our word to
borrow, because we pledge ourselves to restore what is
my two priests."
"That will be but blind trust," said the Outlaw; "we will retain
thee, Prior, and send them to fetch thy ransom. Thou shalt not
want a cup of wine and a collop of venison the while; and if thou
lovest woodcraft, thou shalt see such as your north country never
"Or, if so please you," said Isaac, willing to curry favour with
the outlaws, "I can send to York for the six hundred crowns, out
of certain monies in my hands, if so be that the most reverend
Prior present will grant me a quittance."
"He shall grant thee whatever thou dost list, Isaac," said the
Captain; "and thou shalt lay down the redemption money for Prior
Aymer as well as for thyself."
"For myself! ah, courageous sirs," said the Jew, "I am a broken
and impoverished man; a beggar's staff must be my portion through
life, supposing I were to pay you fifty crowns."
"The Prior shall judge of that matter," replied the Captain.
---"How say you, Father Aymer? Can the Jew afford a good
"Can he afford a ransom?" answered the Prior "Is he not Isaac of
York, rich enough to redeem the captivity of the ten tribes of
Israel, who were led into Assyrian bondage?---I have seen but
little of him myself, but our cellarer and treasurer have dealt
largely with him, and report says that his house at York is so
full of gold and silver as is a shame in any Christian land.
Marvel it is to all living Christian hearts that such gnawing
adders should be suffered to eat into the bowels of the state,
and even of the holy church herself, with foul usuries and
"Hold, father," said the Jew, "mitigate and assuage your choler.
I pray of your reverence to remember that I force my monies upon
no one. But when churchman and layman, prince and prior, knight
and priest, come knocking to Isaac's door, they borrow not his
shekels with these uncivil terms. It is then, Friend Isaac, will
you pleasure us in this matter, and our day shall be truly kept,
so God sa' me?---and Kind Isaac, if ever you served man, show
yourself a friend in this need! And when the day comes, and I
ask my own, then what hear I but Damned Jew, and The curse of
Egypt on your tribe, and all that may stir up the rude and
uncivil populace against poor strangers!"
"Prior," said the Captain, "Jew though he be, he hath in this
spoken well. Do thou, therefore, name his ransom, as he named
thine, without farther rude terms."
"None but 'latro famosus'---the interpretation whereof," said the
Prior, "will I give at some other time and tide---would place a
Christian prelate and an unbaptized Jew upon the same bench. But
since ye require me to put a price upon this caitiff, I tell you
openly that ye will wrong yourselves if you take from him a penny
under a thousand crowns."
"A sentence!---a sentence!" exclaimed the chief Outlaw.
"A sentence!---a sentence!" shouted his assessors; "the Christian
has shown his good nurture, and dealt with us more generously
than the Jew."
"The God of my fathers help me!" said the Jew; "will ye bear to
the ground an impoverished creature?---I am this day childless,
and will ye deprive me of the means of livelihood?"
"Thou wilt have the less to provide for, Jew, if thou art
childless," said Aymer.
"Alas! my lord," said Isaac, "your law permits you not to know
how the child of our bosom is entwined with the strings of our
heart---O Rebecca! laughter of my beloved Rachel! were each leaf
on that tree a zecchin, and each zecchin mine own, all that mass
of wealth would I give to know whether thou art alive, and
escaped the hands of the Nazarene!"
"Was not thy daughter dark-haired?" said one of the outlaws; "and
wore she not a veil of twisted sendal, broidered with silver?"
"She did!---she did!" said the old man, trembling with eagerness,
as formerly with fear. "The blessing of Jacob be upon thee!
canst thou tell me aught of her safety?"
"It was she, then," said the yeoman, "who was carried off by the
proud Templar, when he broke through our ranks on yester-even.
I had drawn my bow to send a shaft after him, but spared him even
for the sake of the damsel, who I feared might take harm from the
"Oh!" answered the Jew, "I would to God thou hadst shot, though
the arrow had pierced her bosom!---Better the tomb of her fathers
than the dishonourable couch of the licentious and savage
Templar. Ichabod! Ichabod! the glory hath departed from my
"Friends," said the Chief, looking round, "the
old man is but a Jew, natheless his grief touches me.---Deal
uprightly with us, Isaac---will paying this ransom of a thousand
crowns leave thee altogether penniless?"
Isaac, recalled to think of his worldly goods, the love of which,
by dint of inveterate habit, contended even with his parental
affection, grew pale, stammered, and could not deny there might
be some small surplus.
"Well---go to---what though there be," said the Outlaw, "we will
not reckon with thee too closely. Without treasure thou mayst as
well hope to redeem thy child from the clutches of Sir Brian de
Bois-Guilbert, as to shoot a stag-royal with a headless shaft.
---We will take thee at the same ransom with Prior Aymer, or
rather at one hundred crowns lower, which hundred crowns shall be
mine own peculiar loss, and not light upon this worshipful
community; and so we shall avoid the heinous offence of rating a
Jew merchant as high as a Christian prelate, and thou wilt have
six hundred crowns remaining to treat for thy daughter's ransom.
Templars love the glitter of silver shekels as well as the
sparkle of black eyes.---Hasten to make thy crowns chink in the
ear of De Bois-Guilbert, ere worse comes of it. Thou wilt find
him, as our scouts have brought notice, at the next Preceptory
house of his Order.---Said I well, my merry mates?"
The yeomen expressed their wonted acquiescence in their leader's
opinion; and Isaac, relieved of one half of his apprehensions, by
learning that his daughter lived, and might possibly be ransomed,
threw himself at the feet of the generous Outlaw, and, rubbing
his beard against his buskins, sought to kiss the hem of his
green cassock. The Captain drew himself back, and extricated
himself from the Jew's grasp, not without some marks of contempt.
"Nay, beshrew thee, man, up with thee! I am English born, and
love no such Eastern prostrations---Kneel to God, and not to a
poor sinner, like me."
"Ay, Jew," said Prior Aymer; "kneel to God, as represented in the
servant of his altar, and who knows, with thy sincere repentance
and due gifts to the shrine of Saint Robert, what grace thou
mayst acquire for thyself and thy daughter Rebecca? I grieve for
the maiden, for she is of fair and comely countenance,---I beheld
her in the lists of Ashby. Also Brian de Bois-Guilbert is one
with whom I may do much---bethink thee how thou mayst deserve my
good word with him."
"Alas! alas!" said the Jew, "on every hand the spoilers arise
against me---I am given as a prey unto the Assyrian, and a prey
unto him of Egypt."
"And what else should be the lot of thy accursed race?" answered
the Prior; "for what saith holy writ, 'verbum Domini projecerunt,
et sapientia est nulla in eis'---they have cast forth the word of
the Lord, and there is no wisdom in them; 'propterea dabo
mulieres eorum exteris'---I will give their women to strangers,
that is to the Templar, as in the present matter; 'et thesauros
eorum haeredibus alienis', and their treasures to others---as in
the present case to these honest gentlemen."
Isaac groaned deeply, and began to wring his hands, and to
relapse into his state of desolation and despair. But the leader
of the yeomen led him aside.
"Advise thee well, Isaac," said Locksley, "what thou wilt do in
this matter; my counsel to thee is to make a friend of this
churchman. He is vain, Isaac, and he is covetous; at least he
needs money to supply his profusion. Thou canst easily gratify
his greed; for think not that I am blinded by thy pretexts of
poverty. I am intimately acquainted, Isaac, with the very iron
chest in which thou dost keep thy money-bags---What! know I not
the great stone beneath the apple-tree, that leads into the
vaulted chamber under thy garden at York?" The Jew grew as pale
as death---"But fear nothing from me," continued the yeoman, "for
we are of old acquainted. Dost thou not remember the sick yeoman
whom thy fair daughter Rebecca redeemed from the gyves at York,
and kept him in thy house till his health was restored, when thou
didst dismiss him recovered, and with a piece of money?---Usurer
as thou art, thou didst never place coin at better interest than
that poor silver mark, for it has this day saved thee five
"And thou art he whom we called Diccon Bend-the-Bow?" said Isaac;
"I thought ever I knew the accent of thy voice."
"I am Bend-the-Bow," said the Captain, "and Locksley, and have a
good name besides all these."
"But thou art mistaken, good Bend-the-Bow, concerning that same
vaulted apartment. So help me Heaven, as there is nought in it
but some merchandises which I will gladly part with to you---one
hundred yards of Lincoln green to make doublets to thy men, and a
hundred staves of Spanish yew to make bows, and a hundred silken
bowstrings, tough, round, and sound---these will I send thee for
thy good-will, honest Diccon, an thou wilt keep silence about the
vault, my good Diccon."
"Silent as a dormouse," said the Outlaw; "and never trust me but
I am grieved for thy daughter. But I may not help it---The
Templars lances are too strong for my archery in the open field
---they would scatter us like dust. Had I but known it was
Rebecca when she was borne off, something might have been done;
but now thou must needs proceed by policy. Come, shall I treat
for thee with the Prior?"
"In God's name, Diccon, an thou canst, aid me to recover the
child of my bosom!"
"Do not thou interrupt me with thine ill-timed avarice," said the
Outlaw, "and I will deal with him in thy behalf."
He then turned from the Jew, who followed him, however, as
closely as his shadow.
"Prior Aymer," said the Captain, "come apart with me under this
tree. Men say thou dost love wine, and a lady's smile, better
than beseems thy Order, Sir Priest; but with that I have nought
to do. I have heard, too, thou dost love a brace of good dogs
and a fleet horse, and it may well be that, loving things which
are costly to come by, thou hatest not a purse of gold. But I
have never heard that thou didst love oppression or cruelty.
---Now, here is Isaac willing to give thee the means of pleasure
and pastime in a bag containing one hundred marks of silver, if
thy intercession with thine ally the Templar shall avail to
procure the freedom of his daughter."
"In safety and honour, as when taken from me," said the Jew,
"otherwise it is no bargain."
"Peace, Isaac," said the Outlaw, "or I give up thine interest.
---What say you to this my purpose, Prior Aymer?"
"The matter," quoth the Prior, "is of a mixed condition; for, if
I do a good deal on the one hand, yet, on the other, it goeth to
the vantage of a Jew, and in so much is against my conscience.
Yet, if the Israelite will advantage the Church by giving me
somewhat over to the building of our dortour,*
* "Dortour", or dormitory.
I will take it on my conscience to aid him in the matter of his
"For a score of marks to the dortour," said the Outlaw,---"Be
still, I say, Isaac!---or for a brace of silver candlesticks to
the altar, we will not stand with you."
"Nay, but, good Diccon Bend-the-Bow"---said Isaac, endeavouring
"Good Jew---good beast---good earthworm!" said the yeoman, losing
patience; "an thou dost go on to put thy filthy lucre in the
balance with thy daughter's life and honour, by Heaven, I will
strip thee of every maravedi thou hast in the world, before three
days are out!"
Isaac shrunk together, and was silent.
"And what pledge am I to have for all this?" said the Prior.
"When Isaac returns successful through your mediation," said the
Outlaw, "I swear by Saint Hubert, I will see that he pays thee
the money in good silver, or I will reckon with him for it in
such sort, he had better have paid twenty such sums."
"Well then, Jew," said Aymer, "since I must needs meddle in this
matter, let me have the use of thy writing-tablets---though, hold
---rather than use thy pen, I would fast for twenty-four hours,
and where shall I find one?"
"If your holy scruples can dispense with using the Jew's tablets,
for the pen I can find a remedy," said the yeoman; and, bending
his bow, he aimed his shaft at a wild-goose which was soaring
over their heads, the advanced-guard of a phalanx of his tribe,
which were winging their way to the distant and solitary fens of
Holderness. The bird came fluttering down, transfixed with the
"There, Prior," said the Captain, "are quills enow to supply all
the monks of Jorvaulx for the next hundred years, an they take
not to writing chronicles."
The Prior sat down, and at great leisure indited an epistle to
Brian de Bois-Guilbert, and having carefully sealed up the
tablets, delivered them to the Jew, saying, "This will be thy
safe-conduct to the Preceptory of Templestowe, and, as I think,
is most likely to accomplish the delivery of thy daughter, if it
be well backed with proffers of advantage and commodity at thine
own hand; for, trust me well, the good Knight Bois-Guilbert is of
their confraternity that do nought for nought."
"Well, Prior," said the Outlaw, "I will detain thee no longer
here than to give the Jew a quittance for the six hundred crowns
at which thy ransom is fixed---I accept of him for my pay-master;
and if I hear that ye boggle at allowing him in his accompts the
sum so paid by him, Saint Mary refuse me, an I burn not the abbey
over thine head, though I hang ten years the sooner!"
With a much worse grace than that wherewith he had penned the
letter to Bois-Guilbert, the Prior wrote an acquittance,
discharging Isaac of York of six hundred crowns, advanced to him
in his need for acquittal of his ransom, and faithfully promising
to hold true compt with him for that sum.
"And now," said Prior Aymer, "I will pray you of restitution of
my mules and palfreys, and the freedom of the reverend brethren
attending upon me, and also of the gymmal rings, jewels, and fair
vestures, of which I have been despoiled, having now satisfied
you for my ransom as a true prisoner."
"Touching your brethren, Sir Prior," said Locksley, "they shall
have present freedom, it were unjust to detain them; touching
your horses and mules, they shall also be restored, with such
spending-money as may enable you to reach York, for it were cruel
to deprive you of the means of journeying.---But as concerning
rings, jewels, chains, and what else, you must understand that we
are men of tender consciences, and will not yield to a venerable
man like yourself, who should be dead to the vanities of this
life, the strong temptation to break the rule of his foundation,
by wearing rings, chains, or other vain gauds."
"Think what you do, my masters," said the Prior, "ere you put
your hand on the Church's patrimony---These things are 'inter res
sacras', and I wot not what judgment might ensue were they to be
handled by laical hands."
"I will take care of that, reverend Prior," said the Hermit of
Copmanhurst; "for I will wear them myself."
"Friend, or brother," said the Prior, in answer to this solution
of his doubts, "if thou hast really taken religious orders, I
pray thee to look how thou wilt answer to thine official for the
share thou hast taken in this day's work."
"Friend Prior," returned the Hermit, "you are to know that I
belong to a little diocese, where I am my own diocesan, and care
as little for the Bishop of York as I do for the Abbot
of Jorvaulx, the Prior, and all the convent."
"Thou art utterly irregular," said the Prior; "one of those
disorderly men, who, taking on them the sacred character without
due cause, profane the holy rites, and endanger the souls of
those who take counsel at their hands; 'lapides pro pane
condonantes iis', giving them stones instead of bread as the
Vulgate hath it."
"Nay," said the Friar, "an my brain-pan could have been broken by
Latin, it had not held so long together.---I say, that easing a
world of such misproud priests as thou art of their jewels and
their gimcracks, is a lawful spoiling of the Egyptians."
"Thou be'st a hedge-priest,"*
* Note I. Hedge-Priests.
said the Prior, in great wrath, "'excommunicabo vos'."
"Thou be'st thyself more like a thief and a heretic," said the
Friar, equally indignant; "I will pouch up no such affront before
my parishioners, as thou thinkest it not shame to put upon me,
although I be a reverend brother to thee. 'Ossa ejus
perfringam', I will break your bones, as the Vulgate hath it."
"Hola!" cried the Captain, "come the reverend brethren to such
terms?---Keep thine assurance of peace, Friar.---Prior, an thou
hast not made thy peace perfect with God, provoke the Friar no
further.---Hermit, let the reverend father depart in peace, as a
The yeomen separated the incensed priests, who continued to raise
their voices, vituperating each other in bad Latin, which the
Prior delivered the more fluently, and the Hermit with the
greater vehemence. The Prior at length recollected himself
sufficiently to be aware that he was compromising his dignity, by
squabbling with such a hedge-priest as the Outlaw's chaplain, and
being joined by his attendants, rode off with considerably less
pomp, and in a much more apostolical condition, so far as worldly
matters were concerned, than he had exhibited before this
It remained that the Jew should produce some security for the
ransom which he was to pay on the Prior's account, as well as
upon his own. He gave, accordingly, an order sealed with his
signet, to a brother of his tribe at York, requiring him to pay
to the bearer the sum of a thousand crowns, and to deliver
certain merchandises specified in the note.
"My brother Sheva," he said, groaning deeply, "hath the key of my
"And of the vaulted chamber," whispered Locksley.
"No, no---may Heaven forefend!" said Isaac; "evil is the hour
that let any one whomsoever into that secret!"
"It is safe with me," said the Outlaw, "so be that this thy
scroll produce the sum therein nominated and set down.---But what
now, Isaac? art dead? art stupefied? hath the payment of a
thousand crowns put thy daughter's peril out of thy mind?"
The Jew started to his feet---"No, Diccon, no---I will presently
set forth.---Farewell, thou whom I may not call good, and dare
not and will not call evil."
Yet ere Isaac departed, the Outlaw Chief bestowed on him this
parting advice:---"Be liberal of thine offers, Isaac, and spare
not thy purse for thy daughter's safety. Credit me, that the
gold thou shalt spare in her cause, will hereafter give thee as
much agony as if it were poured molten down thy throat."
Isaac acquiesced with a deep groan, and set forth on his journey,
accompanied by two tall foresters, who were to be his guides, and
at the same time his guards, through the wood.
The Black Knight, who had seen with no small interest these
various proceedings, now took his leave of the Outlaw in turn;
nor could he avoid expressing his surprise at having witnessed
so much of civil policy amongst persons cast out from all the
ordinary protection and influence of the laws.
"Good fruit, Sir Knight," said the yeoman, "will sometimes grow
on a sorry tree; and evil times are not always productive of evil
alone and unmixed. Amongst those who are drawn into this lawless
state, there are, doubtless, numbers who wish to exercise its
license with some moderation, and some who regret, it may be,
that they are obliged to follow such a trade at all."
"And to one of those," said the Knight, "I am now, I presume,
"Sir Knight," said the Outlaw, "we have each our secret. You are
welcome to form your judgment of me, and I may use my conjectures
touching you, though neither of our shafts may hit the mark they
are shot at. But as I do not pray to be admitted into your
mystery, be not offended that I preserve my own."
"I crave pardon, brave Outlaw," said the Knight, "your reproof is
just. But it may be we shall meet hereafter with less of
concealment on either side.---Meanwhile we part friends, do we
"There is my hand upon it," said Locksley; "and I will call it
the hand of a true Englishman, though an outlaw for the present."
"And there is mine in return," said the Knight, "and I hold it
honoured by being clasped with yours. For he that does good,
having the unlimited power to do evil, deserves praise not only
for the good which he performs, but for the evil which he
forbears. Fare thee well, gallant Outlaw!" Thus parted that
fair fellowship; and He of the Fetterlock, mounting upon his
strong war-horse, rode off through the forest.