and have transported them to a castle in this forest, called Torquilstone. I ask of thee, as a good knight and a good Englishman, wilt thou aid in their rescue ?"

"I am bound by my vow to do so,” replied the knight; "but I would willingly know who you are, who request my assistance in their behalf?"

"I am," said the forester," a nameless man ; but I am the friend of my country, and of my country's friends-With this account of me you must for the present remain satisfied, the more especially since you yourself desire to continue unknown. Believe, however, that my word, when pledged, is as inviolate as if I wore golden spurs."

"I willingly believe it," said the knight; " I have been accustomed to study men's countenances, and I can read in thine honesty and resolution. I will, therefore, ask thee no further questions, but aid thee in setting at freedom these oppressed captives; which done, I trust we shall part better acquainted, and well satisfied with each other."

"So," said Wamba to Gurth,-for the friar being now fully equipped, the Jester, having approached to the other side of the hut, had heard the conclusion of the conversation,-" So we have got a new ally?—I trust the valour of the knight will be truer metal than the religion of the hermit, or the honesty of the yeoman; for this Locksley looks like a born deer-stealer, and the priest like a lusty hypocrite."

"Hold thy peace, Wamba, said Gurth; "it

may all be as thou dost guess; but were the horned devil to rise and proffer me his assistance to set at liberty Cedric and the Lady Rowena, I fear I should hardly have religion enough to refuse the foul fiend's offer, and bid him get behind me."

The friar was now completely accoutred as a yeoman, with sword and buckler, bow, and quiver, and a strong partisan over his shoulder. He left his cell at the head of the party, and, having carefully locked the door, deposited the key under the threshold.

"Art thou in condition to do good service, friar," said Locksley," or does the brown bowl still run in thy head ?"

"Not more than a draught of St Dunstan's fountain will allay," answered the priest; "something there is of a whizzing in my brain, and of instability in my legs, but you shall presently see both pass away."

So saying, he stepped to the stone basin, in which the waters of the fountain as they fell formed bubbles which danced in the white moonlight, and took so long a draught as if he had meant to exhaust the spring.

"When didst thou drink as deep a draught of water before, Holy Clerk of Copmanhurst ?" said the Black Knight.

"Never since my wine-but leaked, and let out its liquor by an illegal vent," replied the friar," and so left me nothing to drink but my patron's bounty here."

Then plunging his hands and head into the foun. tain, he washed from them all marks of the midnight revel.

Thus refreshed and sobered, the jolly priest twirled his heavy partisan round his head with three fingers, as if he had been balancing a reed, exclaiming at the same time, "Where be those false ravishers, who carry off wenches against their will? May the foul fiend fly off with me, if I anı not man enough for a dozen of them."

"Swearest thou, Holy Clerk ?" said the Black Knight.

"Clerk me no Clerks," replied the transformed priest; " by Saint George and the Dragon, I am no longer a shaveling than while my frock is on my back-When I am cased in my green cassock, I will drink, swear, and woo a lass, with any blithe forester in the West Riding."

"Come on, Jack Priest," said Locksley, " and be silent; thou art as noisy as a whole convent on a holy eve, when the Father Abbot has gone to bed. -Come on you, too, my masters, tarry not to talk of it-I say, come on, we must collect all our forces, and few enough we shall have, if we are to storm the Castle of Reginald Front-de-Bœuf."

"What is it Front-de-Bœuf," said the Black Knight, "who has stopt on the king's highway the king's liege subjects ?-Is he turned thief and op. pressor ?"

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Oppressor he ever was," said Locksley.

"And for thief,' said the priest, "I doubt if

ever he were even half so honest a man as many a thief of my acquaintance."

"Move on, priest, and be silent," said the yeoman ; "it were better you led the way to the place of rendezvous, than say what should be left unsaid, both in decency and prudence."

CHAPTER XXII.

Alas, how many hours and years have past,
Since human forms have round this table sate,
Or lamp, or taper, on its surface gleam'd!
Methinks, I hear the sound of time long pass'd
Still murmuring o'er us, in the lofty void
Of these dark arches, like the ling❜ring voices
Of those who long within their graves have slept.
Orra, a Tragety,

WHILE these measures were taking in behalf of Cedric and his companions, the armed men by whom the latter had been seized, hurried their captives along towards the place of security, where they intended to imprison them. But darkness came on fast, and the paths of the wood seemed but imperfectly known to the marauders. They were compelled to make several long halts, and once or twice to return on their road to resume the direction which they wished to pursue. The summer morn had dawned upon them ere they could travel in full assurance that they held the right path. But confidence returned with light, and the cavalcade now moved rapidly forward. Meanwhile, the following dialogue took place between the two leaders of the banditti.

"It is time thou shouldst leave us, Sir Maurice," said the Templar to De Bracy," in order to prepare