"It is an ancient saying, no sure dungeon but the
grave."
"When loose, he resumes his quest," continued the military
priest; "for it is the nature of this sort of blood hound never
to quit the suit of the prey he has once scented."
"Say no more of it," said the Marquis; "I see thy policy--it is
dreadful, but the emergency is imminent."
"I only told thee of it," said the Templar, "that thou mayest
keep thyself on thy guard; for the uproar will be dreadful, and
there is no knowing on whom the English may vent their rage. Ay,
and there is another risk. My page knows the counsels of this
Charegite," he continued; "and, moreover, he is a peevish, self-willed fool, whom I would I were rid of, as
he thwarts me by
presuming to see with his own eyes, not mine. But our holy order
gives me power to put a remedy to such inconvenience. Or stay--
the Saracen may find a good dagger in his cell, and I warrant you
he uses it as he breaks forth, which will be of a surety so soon
as the page enters with his food."
"It will give the affair a colour," said Conrade; "and yet--"
"YET and BUT," said the Templar, "are words for fools; wise men
neither hesitate nor retract--they resolve and they execute.
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