that honourable company less to aid their enterprise than to make up their numbers-his name dwells not in my memory."

"Sir Palmer," said Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert scornfully, "this assumed forgetfulness, after so much has been remembered, comes too late to serve your purpose. I will myself tell the name of the knight before whose lance' fortune and my horse's fault occasioned my falling-it was the Knight of Ivanhoe; nor was there one of the six that, for his years had more renown in arms.-Yet this will I say, and loudly-that were he in England, and durst repeat, in this week's tournament, the challenge of St. John de Acre, I mounted and armed as I now am, would give him every advantage of weapons and abide the result."

"Your challenge would be soon answered," rereplied the Palmer," were your antagonist near you. As the matter is, disturb not the peaceful hall with vaunts of the issue of a conflict, which you well know can not take place. If Ivanhoe ever returns from Palestine, I will be his surety that he meets you."

"A goodly security," said the knight Templar; "and what do you offer as a pledge?"

"This reliquary," said the Palmer, taking a small' ivory box from his bosom, and crossing himself, "containing a portion of the true cross, brought from the monastery of Mount Carmel."

The Prior of Jorvaulx crossed himself and repeated a pater-noster, in which all devoutly joined, excepting the Jew, the Mohammedans, and the Templar, the latter of whom, without vailing his bonnet or testifying any reverence for the alleged sanctity of the relique, took from his neck a gold chain, which he flung on the board, saying-"Let Prior Aymer hold my pledge and that of this nameless vagrant, in token that when the Knight of Ivanhoe comes within the four seas of Britain, he underlies the challenge of Brian de Bois-Guilbert, which if he answers not, I

will proclaim him as a coward on the walls of every Temple Court in Europe."

"It will not need," said the Lady Rowena, breaking silence; " My voice shall be heard, if no other in this hall is raised in behalf of the absent Ivanhoe. I affirm he will meet fairly every honourable challenge. Could my weak warrant and security to the inestimable pledge of this holy pilgrim, I would pledge name and fame that Ivanhoe gives this proud knight the meeting he desires."

A crowd of conflicting emotions seemed to have occupied Cedric, and kept him silent during this discussion. Gratified pride, resentment, embarrassment, chased each other over his broad and open brow, like the shadow of clouds drifting over a harvestfield; while his attendants, on whom the name of the sixth knight seemed to produce an effect almost electrical, hung, in suspense upon their master's looks. But when Rowena spoke, the sound of her voice seemed to startle him from his silence.

"Lady," said Cedric, "this beseems not; were further pledge necessary, I myself, offended, and justly offended, as I am, would yet gage my honour for the honour of Ivanhoe. But the wager of battle is complete, even according to the fantastic fashions of Norman chivalry-Is it not, Father Aymer?"

"It is," replied the Prior; " and the blessed relique and rich chain will I bestow safely in the treasury of our convent, until the descision of this warlike challenge."

Having thus spoken, he crossed himself again and again, and after many genuflexions and muttered prayers, he delivered the reliquary to brother Ambrose his attendant monk, while he himself swept up with less ceremony, but perhaps with no less internal satisfaction, the golden chain, and bestowed it in a pouch lined with perfumed leather, which open ed under his arm. "And now, Sir Cedric," he said, "my ears are chiming vespers with the strength of

your good wine-permit us another pledge to the welfare of the fair Lady Rowena, and indulge us with liberty to pass to our repose.'

"By the rood of Bronholme," said the Saxon, you do but small credit to your fame, Sir Prior; report speaks you a bonny monk, that would hear the matin chime ere he quitted his bowl; and, old as I am, I feared to have shame in encountering you. But, by my faith, a Saxon boy of twelve, in my time, would not so soon have relinquished his goblet.

The Prior had his own reasons, however, for persevering in the course of temperance which he had adopted. He was not only a prófessional peace-maker, but from practice a hater of all feuds and brawls. It was not altogether from a love to his neighbour, or of himself, or from a mixture of both. On the present occasion he had an instinctive apprehension of the fiery temper of the Saxon, and saw the danger that the reckless and presumptuous spirit, of which his companion had already given so many proofs, might at length end by producing some disagreeable explosion. He therefore gently insinuated the incapacity of the natives of any other country engaging in the genial conflict of the bowl with the hardy and strong-headed Saxons: something he mentioned, but slightly, about his own holy character, and ended by pressing his proposal to depart to repose.

The grace-cup was accordingly served round, and the guests, after making deep obeisance to their landlord and to the Lady Rowena, arose and mingled in the hall, while the heads of the family, by separate doors retired with their attendants.

"Unbelieving dog," said the Templar to Isaac the Jew, as he passed him in the throng, "dost thou bend thy course to the tournament?"

"I do so purpose," replied Isaac, bowing in all humility, "if it please your reverend valour."

"Ay," said the Knight, "to gnaw the bowels of our nobles with usury, and to gull women and boys

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with gauds and toys-I warrant thee store of shekels in thy Jewish scrip."

"Not a shekel, not a silver penny, not a halflingso help me the God of Abraham!" said the Jew, clasping his hands; "I go but to seek the assistance of some brethren of my tribe to aid me to pay the fine which the Exchequer of the Jews have imposed upon me-Father Jacob be my speed!-I am an impoverished wretch-the very gaberdine I wear is borrowed from Reuben of Tadcaster."

"Be

The Templar smiled sourly as he replied, shrewn thee for a false-hearted liar!" and passing on ward, as if disdaining farther conference, he communed with his Moslem slaves in a language unknown to the by-standers. The poor Israelite seemed so staggered by the address of the military monk, that the Templar had passed on to the extremity of the hall ere he raised his head from the humble posture which he had assumed, so far as to be sensible of his departure. And when he did look around, it was with the astounded air of one at whose feet a thunderbolt has just burst, and who hears still the astounding report ringing in his ears.

The Abbot and Prior were shortly after marshalled to their sleeping apartments by the steward and the cup-bearer, each attended by two torch-bearers and two servants carrying refreshments, while servants of inferior condition indicated to their retinue and to the other guests their respective places of repose.

In those days the Jews were subjected to an Exchequer, specially dedicated to that purpose.—L. T.

CHAPTER VI.

To buy his favour I extend this friendship:
If he will take it, so; if not adieu;

And for my love, I pray you wrong me not.

Merchant of Venice.

As the Palmer, lighted by a domestic with a torch, past through the intricate combination of apartments of this large and irregular mansion, the cup-bearer coming behind him whispered in his ear, that if he had no objection to a cup of good mead in his apartment, there were many domestics in that family who would gladly hear the news he had brought from the Holy land, and particularly that which concerned the Knight of Ivanhoe. Wamba presently appeared to urge the same request, observing that a cup after midnight was worth three after curfew. Without disput-ing, the Palmer thanked them for their courtesy, but observed that he had included in his religious vow, an obligation never to speak in the kitchen on matters which were prohibited in the hall. "That vow,' said Wamba to the cup-bearer, "would scarce suit a serving-man."

The cup-bearer shrugged his shoulders in displeasure. "I thought to have lodged him in the solere chamber, said he; "but since he is so unsocial to Christians, e'en let him take the next stall to Isaac the Jew's-Anwold," said he to the torchbearer," carry the Pilgrim to the southern cell.-I give you good night," he added, "Sir Palmer, with small thanks for short courtesy."