"This is the real Deus vobiscum," said Wamba, as he passed the reverend brother; "the

others were but counterfeits."

"Holy Mother!" said the monk, as he addressed the assembled knights, "I am at last safe and in Christian keeping,"

"Safe thou art," replied De Bracy; "and for Christianity, here is the stout Baron Reginald Front-de-Bœuf, whose utter abomination is a Jew; and the good Knight Templar, Brian de Bois-Guilbert, whose trade it is to slay Saracens—If these are not good marks of Christianity, I know no other which they bear about them."

"Ye are friends and allies of our reverend father in God, Aymer, Prior of Jorvaulx," said the monk, without noticing the tone of De Bracy's reply; "ye owe him aid both by knightly faith and holy charity,—for what sayeth the blessed Saint Augustin, in his treatise De Civitate Dei"—

"What saith the devil!" interrupted Front-de-Bœuf; "or rather what dost thou say, Sir Priest? We have little time to hear texts from the holy fathers."