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"
I
fear
you
not
,
Sir
Knight
,
"
replied
Rebecca
,
although
her
short-drawn
breath
seemed
to
belie
the
heroism
of
her
accents
;
"
my
trust
is
strong
,
and
I
fear
thee
not
.
"
"
You
have
no
cause
,
"
answered
Bois-Guilbert
,
gravely
;
"
my
former
frantic
attempts
you
have
not
now
to
dread
.
Within
your
call
are
guards
,
over
whom
I
have
no
authority
.
They
are
designed
to
conduct
you
to
death
,
Rebecca
,
yet
would
not
suffer
you
to
be
insulted
by
any
one
,
even
by
me
,
were
my
frenzy
--
for
frenzy
it
is
--
to
urge
me
so
far
.
"
"
May
Heaven
be
praised
!
"
said
the
Jewess
;
"
death
is
the
least
of
my
apprehensions
in
this
den
of
evil
.
"
"
Ay
,
"
replied
the
Templar
,
"
the
idea
of
death
is
easily
received
by
the
courageous
mind
,
when
the
road
to
it
is
sudden
and
open
.
A
thrust
with
a
lance
,
a
stroke
with
a
sword
,
were
to
me
little
--
To
you
,
a
spring
from
a
dizzy
battlement
,
a
stroke
with
a
sharp
poniard
,
has
no
terrors
,
compared
with
what
either
thinks
disgrace
.
Mark
me
--
I
say
this
--
perhaps
mine
own
sentiments
of
honour
are
not
less
fantastic
,
Rebecca
,
than
thine
are
;
but
we
know
alike
how
to
die
for
them
.
"
"
Unhappy
man
,
"
said
the
Jewess
;
"
and
art
thou
condemned
to
expose
thy
life
for
principles
,
of
which
thy
sober
judgment
does
not
acknowledge
the
solidity
?
Surely
this
is
a
parting
with
your
treasure
for
that
which
is
not
bread
--
but
deem
not
so
of
me
.
Thy
resolution
may
fluctuate
on
the
wild
and
changeful
billows
of
human
opinion
,
but
mine
is
anchored
on
the
Rock
of
Ages
.
"
"
Silence
,
maiden
,
"
answered
the
Templar
;
"
such
discourse
now
avails
but
little
.
Thou
art
condemned
to
die
not
a
sudden
and
easy
death
,
such
as
misery
chooses
,
and
despair
welcomes
,
but
a
slow
,
wretched
,
protracted
course
of
torture
,
suited
to
what
the
diabolical
bigotry
of
these
men
calls
thy
crime
.
"
"
And
to
whom
--
if
such
my
fate
--
to
whom
do
I
owe
this
?
"
said
Rebecca
"
surely
only
to
him
,
who
,
for
a
most
selfish
and
brutal
cause
,
dragged
me
hither
,
and
who
now
,
for
some
unknown
purpose
of
his
own
,
strives
to
exaggerate
the
wretched
fate
to
which
he
exposed
me
.
"
"
Think
not
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
"
that
I
have
so
exposed
thee
;
I
would
have
bucklered
thee
against
such
danger
with
my
own
bosom
,
as
freely
as
ever
I
exposed
it
to
the
shafts
which
had
otherwise
reached
thy
life
.
"
"
Had
thy
purpose
been
the
honourable
protection
of
the
innocent
,
"
said
Rebecca
,
"
I
had
thanked
thee
for
thy
care
--
as
it
is
,
thou
hast
claimed
merit
for
it
so
often
,
that
I
tell
thee
life
is
worth
nothing
to
me
,
preserved
at
the
price
which
thou
wouldst
exact
for
it
.
"
