the Saracens had already torn from him his upper garment, and were proceeding totally to disrobe him, when the sound of a bugle twice winded without the castle, penetrated even to the recesses of the dungeon, and immediately after, voices were heard calling for Sir Reginald Frontde-Bœuf. Unwilling to be found engaged in his hellish occupation, the savage Baron gave the slaves a signal to restore Isaac's garment, and, quitting the dungeon with his attendants, he left the Jew to thank God for his own deliverance, or to lament over his daughter's captivity, and probable fate, as his personal or parental feelings might prove strongest. VOL. II. CHAPTER IX. Nay, if the gentle spirit of moving words THE apartment to which the Lady Rowena had been introduced was fitted up with some rude attempts at ornament and magnificence, and her being placed there might be considered as a peculiar mark of respect not offered to the other prisoners. But the wife of Front-de-Bœuf, for whom it had been originally furnished, was long dead, and decay and neglect had impaired the few ornaments with which her taste had adorned it. The tapestry hung down from the walls in many places, and in others was tarnished and faded under the effects of the sun, or tattered and decayed by age. Desolate, however, as it was, this was the apartment of the castle which had been judged most fitting for the accommodation of the Saxon heiress; and here she was left to meditate upon her fate, until the actors in this nefarious drama had arranged the several parts which each of them was to perform. This had been settled in a council held by Front-de-Boeuf, Bracy, and the Templar, in which, after a long and warm debate concerning the several advantages which each insisted upon deriving from his peculiar share in this audacious enterprize, they had at length determined the fate of their unhappy pri soners. It was about the hour of noon, therefore, when De Bracy, for whose advantage the expedition had been first planned, appeared, to prosecute his views upon the hand and possessions of the Lady Rowena. The interval had not entirely been bestowed in holding council with his confederates, for De Bracy had found leisure to decorate his person with all the foppery of the times. His green cassock and vizard were now flung aside. His long luxuriant hair was trained to flow in quaint tresses down his richly furred cloak. His beard was closely shaved, his doublet reached to the middle of his leg, and the girdle which secured it, and at the same time supported his ponderous sword, was embroidered and embossed with gold work. We have already noticed the extravagant fashion of the shoes at this period, and the points of Maurice De Bracy's might have challenged the prize of extravagance with the gayest, being turned up and twisted like the horns of a ram.. Such was the dress of a gallant of the period; and in the present instance, that effect was aided by the handsome person and good demeanour of the wearer, whose manners partook alike of the grace of a courtier, and the frankness of a soldier. He saluted Rowena by doffing his velvet bonnet, garnished with a golden broach, representing St Michael trampling down the Prince of Evil. With this, he gently motioned the lady to a seat; and, as she still retained her standing posture, the knight ungloved his right hand, and proffered to conduct her thither. But Rowena declined, by her gesture, the proffered compliment, and replied, « If I be in the presence of my jailor, Sir Knight-nor will circumstances allow me to think otherwise-it best becomes his prisoner to remain standing till she learns her doom."> << Alas! fair Rowena,» returned De Bracy, « you are in presence of your captive, not your jailor, and it is from your fair eyes that De Bracy must receive that doom which you fondly expect from him."> « I know you not, sir,» said the lady, drawing herself up with all the pride of offended rank and beauty; « I know you not-and the insolent familiarity with which you apply to me the jargon of a troubadour, forms no apology for the violence of a robber.» «To thyself, fair maid,» answered De Bracy, in his former tone-« to thine own charms be ascribed whate'er I have done which passed the respect due to her, whom I have chosen queen of my heart and loadstar of my eyes.»> << I repeat to you, Sir Knight, that I know you not, and that no man wearing chain and spurs ought thus to intrude himself of an unprotected lady." upon the presence << That I am unknown to you," said De Bracy, « is indeed my misfortune; yet let me hope that De Bracy's name has not been always unspoken, when minstrels or heralds have praised deeds of chivalry, whether in the lists or in the battlefield.» « To heralds and to minstrels, then, leave thy praise, Sir Knight,» replied Rowena, « more suiting for their mouths than for thine own; and tell me which of them shall record in song, or in book of tourney, the memorable conquest of this night, a conquest obtained over an old man, fol lowed by a few timid hinds; and its booty, an unfortunate maiden, transported against her will to the castle of a robber.>> « You are unjust, Lady Rowena," said the knight, biting his lips in some confusion, and speaking in a tone more natural to him than that of affected gallantry, which he had at first adopted; yourself free from passion, you can allow no excuse for the frenzy of another, although caused by your own beauty." « I pray you, Sir Knight," said Rowena, « to cease a language so commonly used by strolling minstrels, that it becomes not the mouth of knights or nobles. Certes, you constrain me to sit down, since you enter upon such commonplace terms, of which each vile crowder hath a stock that might last from hence to Christmas.» |