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"
And
I
,
"
said
Wamba
,
"
will
attend
you
with
all
my
heart
.
I
would
fain
see
the
feasting
at
the
funeral
of
Athelstane
;
for
,
if
it
be
not
full
and
frequent
,
he
will
rise
from
the
dead
to
rebuke
cook
,
sewer
,
and
cupbearer
;
and
that
were
a
sight
worth
seeing
.
Always
,
Sir
Knight
,
I
will
trust
your
valour
with
making
my
excuse
to
my
master
Cedric
,
in
case
mine
own
wit
should
fail
.
"
"
And
how
should
my
poor
valour
succeed
,
Sir
Jester
,
when
thy
light
wit
halts
?
--
resolve
me
that
.
"
"
Wit
,
Sir
Knight
,
"
replied
the
Jester
,
"
may
do
much
.
He
is
a
quick
,
apprehensive
knave
,
who
sees
his
neighbours
blind
side
,
and
knows
how
to
keep
the
lee-gage
when
his
passions
are
blowing
high
.
But
valour
is
a
sturdy
fellow
,
that
makes
all
split
.
He
rows
against
both
wind
and
tide
,
and
makes
way
notwithstanding
;
and
,
therefore
,
good
Sir
Knight
,
while
I
take
advantage
of
the
fair
weather
in
our
noble
master
's
temper
,
I
will
expect
you
to
bestir
yourself
when
it
grows
rough
.
"
"
Sir
Knight
of
the
Fetterlock
,
since
it
is
your
pleasure
so
to
be
distinguished
,
"
said
Ivanhoe
,
"
I
fear
me
you
have
chosen
a
talkative
and
a
troublesome
fool
to
be
your
guide
.
But
he
knows
every
path
and
alley
in
the
woods
as
well
as
e
'
er
a
hunter
who
frequents
them
;
and
the
poor
knave
,
as
thou
hast
partly
seen
,
is
as
faithful
as
steel
.
"
"
Nay
,
"
said
the
Knight
,
"
an
he
have
the
gift
of
showing
my
road
,
I
shall
not
grumble
with
him
that
he
desires
to
make
it
pleasant
.
--
Fare
thee
well
,
kind
Wilfred
--
I
charge
thee
not
to
attempt
to
travel
till
to-morrow
at
earliest
.
"
So
saying
,
he
extended
his
hand
to
Ivanhoe
,
who
pressed
it
to
his
lips
,
took
leave
of
the
Prior
,
mounted
his
horse
,
and
departed
,
with
Wamba
for
his
companion
.
Ivanhoe
followed
them
with
his
eyes
,
until
they
were
lost
in
the
shades
of
the
surrounding
forest
,
and
then
returned
into
the
convent
.
But
shortly
after
matin-song
,
he
requested
to
see
the
Prior
.
The
old
man
came
in
haste
,
and
enquired
anxiously
after
the
state
of
his
health
.
"
It
is
better
,
"
he
said
,
"
than
my
fondest
hope
could
have
anticipated
;
either
my
wound
has
been
slighter
than
the
effusion
of
blood
led
me
to
suppose
,
or
this
balsam
hath
wrought
a
wonderful
cure
upon
it
.
I
feel
already
as
if
I
could
bear
my
corslet
;
and
so
much
the
better
,
for
thoughts
pass
in
my
mind
which
render
me
unwilling
to
remain
here
longer
in
inactivity
.
"
"
Now
,
the
saints
forbid
,
"
said
the
Prior
,
"
that
the
son
of
the
Saxon
Cedric
should
leave
our
convent
ere
his
wounds
were
healed
!
It
were
shame
to
our
profession
were
we
to
suffer
it
.
"
"
Nor
would
I
desire
to
leave
your
hospitable
roof
,
venerable
father
,
"
said
Ivanhoe
,
"
did
I
not
feel
myself
able
to
endure
the
journey
,
and
compelled
to
undertake
it
.
"
