4. To the summons of the herald, who demanded his rank, his name, and purpose, the stranger knight answered readily and boldly, "I am a good knight and noble, come hither to uphold with lance and sword the just and lawful quarrel of this damsel, Rebecca, daughter of Isaac of York; to maintain the doom pronounced against her to be false and truthless; and to defy Sir Brian the Templar as a traitor, murderer, and liar."

"The stranger must first show," said a Templar, "that he is a good knight, and of honourable lineage. The Temple sendeth not forth her champions against nameless men."

5. "My name," said the knight, raising his helmet, "is better known, my lineage more pure, than thine own. I am Wilfred of Ivanhoe."

"I will not fight with thee at present," said Sir Brian, in a changed and hollow voice. "Get thy wounds healed, purvey thee a better horse, and it may be I will hold it worth my while to scourge out of thee this boyish spirit of bravado."

6. "Ha! proud Templar," said Ivanhoe, "hast thou forgotten that twice thou didst fall before this lance? Remember the lists at Acre-remember the passage of arms at Ashby-remember thy proud vaunt in the halls of Rotherwood, that thou wouldst do battle with Wilfred of Ivanhoe, and recover the honour thou hadst lost! I will proclaim thee, Templar, a coward in every court in Europe-unless thou do battle without further delay."

7. Sir Brian turned his countenance irresolutely towards Rebecca, and then exclaimed, looking fiercely

at Ivanhoe, "Dog of a Saxon! take thy lance, and prepare for the death thou hast drawn upon thee."

"Does the Grand Master allow me the combat?" said Ivanhoe.

"I may not deny what thou hast challenged," said the Grand Master, "provided the maiden accept thee as her champion. Yet I would thou wert in

better plight to do battle. An enemy of our Order hast thou ever been, yet would I have thee honourably met withal."

8. "Thus thus as I am, and not otherwise," said Ivanhoe; "it is the judgment of God: to his keeping I commend myself.-Rebecca," said he, riding up to the fatal chair, "dost thou accept of me for thy champion?"

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'I do," she said, "I do,"--fluttered by an emotion which the fear of death had been unable to produce

"I do accept thee as the champion whom Heaven hath sent me. Yet, no-no; thy wounds are uncured. Meet not that proud man--why shouldst thou perish also?"

9. But Ivanhoe was already at his post; he had closed his visor and assumed his lance. Sir Brian did the same; and his esquire remarked, as he clasped his visor, that his face, which had continued during the whole morning of an ashy paleness, was now become suddenly very much flushed.

The Grand Master, who held in his hand the gage of battle, Rebecca's glove, now threw it into the lists. The trumpets sounded, and the knights charged each other in full career. The weary horse of Ivanhoe, and its no less exhausted rider, went

down, as all had expected, before the well-aimed lance and vigorous steed of the Templar. This issue of the combat all had foreseen; but although the spear of Ivanhoe, in comparison, did but touch the shield of Sir Brian, that champion, to the astonishment of all who beheld it, reeled in his saddle, lost his stirrups, and fell in the lists!

10. Ivanhoe, extricating himself from his fallen horse, was soon on foot, hastening to mend his fortune with his sword; but his antagonist arose not. Wilfred, placing his foot on his breast, and the sword's point to his throat, commanded him to yield him, or die on the spot. The Templar returned no answer. "Slay him not, Sir Knight," cried the Grand Master, “unshriven and unabsolved-kill not body and soul! We acknowledge him vanquished."

11. He descended into the lists, and commanded them to unhelm the conquered champion. His eyes were closed; a dark red flush was still on his brow. As they looked on him in astonishment, the eyes opened; but they were fixed and glazed. The flush passed from his brow, and gave way to the pallid hue of death. Unscathed by the lance of his enemy, he had died a victim to the violence of his own contending passions.

"This is indeed the judgment of God," said the Grand Master, looking upwards; "His will be

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Summary: The unfortunate maiden was placed near a huge pile of fagots prepared for her burning. The time allowed by the Grand Master for finding a champion had almost expired when Ivanhoe, still weak from his wounds and weary from the fatigue of a hurried journey, galloped into the tilt-yard. Again he and Sir Brian met in combat, and again was the Templar defeated; but this time not by the hand of Ivanhoe did he fall. Sir Wilfred was too exhausted to do more than touch Sir Brian's shield; yet the Templar reeled in his saddle and fell to the ground. When they opened his helmet, they saw that he had died of the violence of his own contending passions.

Exercises-1. Explain the uses of the Five Senses. Show that they are Gateways of Knowledge."

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2. Explain-" Purvey thee a better horse;' This issue of the combat all had foreseen;" We acknowledge him vanquished."


3. Affixes denoting littleness (diminutive)—cle, cule, particle, animalcule; kin, en, lambkin, kitten; let, rivulet; ling, darling; ock, hillock; y, baby. Make sentences containing these words.


1. When the first moments of surprise were over, Wilfred of Ivanhoe demanded of the Grand Master, as judge of the field, if he had manfully and rightfully done his duty in the combat.

Manfully and rightfully hath it been done," said the Grand Master; "I pronounce the maiden free and guiltless. The arms and the body of the deceased knight are at the will of the victor."

2. "I will not despoil him of his weapons," said the

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Knight of Ivanhoe, nor condemn his corpse to shame. God's arm, no human hand, hath this day struck him down. But let his obsequies be private, as becomes those of a man who died in an unjust quarrel. And for the maiden-"

3. He was interrupted by the clatter of horses' feet, advancing in such numbers, and so rapidly, as to shake the ground before them; and the Black Knight galloped into the lists. He was followed by a numerous band of men-at-arms, and several knights in complete armour.

"I am too late," he said, looking around him. "I had doomed Sir Brian for mine own property.Ivanhoe, was this well, to take on thee such a venture, and thou scarce able to keep thy saddle?"

4. "Heaven, my liege," answered Ivanhoe, " hath taken this proud man for its victim. He was not to be honoured in dying as your will had designed."

"Peace be with him," said Richard, looking steadfastly on the corpse, "if it may be so; he was a gallant knight, and has died in his steel harness full knightly. But we must waste no time. -Bohun, do thine office!"

5. A knight stepped forward from the King's attendants, and laying his hand on the shoulder of Albert de Malvoisin, said, "I arrest thee of high treason."

The Grand Master had hitherto stood astonished at the appearance of so many warriors. He now spoke.

"Who dares to arrest a Knight of the Temple of Zion, within the girth of his own Preceptory, and in the presence of the Grand Master? and by whose authority is this bold outrage offered?"

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