“ Woman !” he exclaimed with fury, “ thou hast not set fire to it?-By heaven, thou hast, and the castle is in flames!"

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They are fast rising at least," said Ulrica, with frightful composure; " and a signal shall soon wave to warn the besiegers to press hard upon those who would extinguish them.-Farewell, Frontde-Boeuf!-- May Mista, Skogula, and Zernebock, gods of the ancient Saxons-fiends, as the priests now call them-supply the place of comforters at your dying bed, which Ulrica now relinquishes!— But know, if it will give thee comfort to know it, that Ulrica is bound to the same dark coast with thyself, the companion of thy punishment as the companion of thy guilt.-And now, parricide, farewell for ever!-May each stone of this vaulted roof find a tongue to echo that title into thine ear!"

So saying, she left the apartment; and Frontde-Bœuf could hear the crash of the ponderous key as she locked and double-locked the door behind her, thus cutting off the most slender chance of escape. In the extremity of agony he shouted upon his servants and allies-" Stephen and Saint Maur! -Clement and Giles!-I burn here unaided!To the rescue to the rescue, brave Bois-Guilbert, valiant De Bracy!-It is Front-de-Boeuf who calls! —It is your master, ye traitor squires!—Your ally -your brother in arms, ye perjured and faithless knights!-all the curses due to traitors upon your

recreant heads, do you abandon me to perish thus miserably!-They hear me not-they cannot hear me-my voice is lost in the din of battle.-The smoke rolls thicker and thicker-the fire has caught upon the floor below-O, for one draught of the air of heaven, were it to be purchased by instant annihilation!" And in the mad phrenzy of despair, the wretch now shouted with the shouts of the fighters, now muttered curses on himself, on mankind, and on Heaven itself." The red fire flashes · through the thick smoke!" he exclaimed; "The demon marches against me under the banner of his own element-Foul spirit, avoid !-I go not with thee without my comrades-all, all are thine, that garrison these walls-Thinkest thou Front-deBœuf will be singled out to go alone?—No-the infidel Templar—the licentious De Bracy—Ulrica, the foul murthering strumpet-the men who aided my enterprizes-the dog Saxons and accursed Jews, who are my prisoners-all, all shall attend me a goodly fellowship as ever took the downward road-Ha, ha, ha!" and he laughed in his frenzy till the vaulted roof rang again. "Who laughed there?" exclaimed Front-de-Bœuf, in altered mood, for the noise of the conflict did not prevent the echoes of his own frenzied laughter from returning upon his ear-" Who laughed there? Ulrica, was it thou ?-Speak, witch, and I for

give thee-for, only thou or the fiend of hell himself could have laughed at such a moment. Avaunt -avaunt !".

But it were impious to trace any farther the picture of the blasphemer and parricide's deathbed.

CHAPTER II.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more,
Or close the wall up with our English dead.

And you, good yeomen,

Whose limbs were made in England, shew us here
The mettle of your pasture-let us swear
That you are worth your breeding.

King Henry V.

CEDRIC, although not greatly confident in Ulrica's message, omitted not to communicate her promise to the Black Knight and Locksley. They were well pleased to find they had a friend within the place, who might, in the moment of need, be able to facilitate their entrance, and readily agreed with the Saxon that a storm, under whatever disadvantages, ought to be attempted, as the only means of liberating the prisoners now in the hands of the cruel Front-de-Bœuf.

"The royal blood of Alfred is endangered," said Cedric.

"The honour of a noble lady is in peril," said the Black Knight.

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And, by the Saint Christopher at my baldric," said the good yeoman, "were there no other cause

than the safety of that poor faithful knave, Wamba, I would jeopard a joint ere a hair of his head were hurt."

"And so would I," said the Friar; "what, sirs! I trust well that a fool-I mean, d'ye see me, sirs, a fool that is free of his guild and master of his craft, and can give as much relish and flavour to a cup of wine as ever a flitch of bacon can-I say, brethren, such a fool shall never want a wise clerk to pray for or fight for him at a strait, while I can say a mass or flourish a partisan."

And with that he made his heavy halbert to play around his head as a shepherd boy flourishes his light crook.

"True, Holy Clerk," said the Black Knight; true as if Saint Dunstan himself had said it.— And now, good Locksley, were it not well that noble Cedric should assume the direction of this assault ?"

"Not a jot I," returned Cedric; "I have never been wont to study either how to take or how to hold out those abodes of tyrannic power, which the Normans have erected in this groaning land. I will fight among the foremost; but my honest neighbours well know I am not a trained soldier in the discipline of wars, or the attack of strongholds."

"Since it stands thus with noble Cedric," said Locksley," I am most willing to take on me the direction of the archery; and ye shall hang me up