Ivanhoe by Walter Scott (top 10 ebook reader .txt) π
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Set in 12th-century England, Prince John rules while his brother King Richard is away during the Crusades. During his reign, Prince John and others of Norman nobility abuse their power over the Saxons, forcing Saxons off their lands and many Saxon nobles into serfdom.
Ivanhoe, a man disowned by his own Saxon father for going to war alongside the Norman King Richard, returns from the Crusades in disguise and appears in a tournament at Ashby. After revealing himself, Prince John and his advisors learn that King Richard, too, has returned from the crusades.
Foiling Prince Johnβs plot against King Richardβs return to power, King Richard battles against Prince Johnβs allies, and executes the most guilty of his conspirators. After the events of the story, Ivanhoe leads a heroic career under King Richard until the kingβs untimely death.
Ivanhoe is the first novel to feature the character Robin Hood, his merry men, and Friar Tuck, and serves as the basis for the portrayals of his character we still see in many modern adaptations.
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This letter being folded, was delivered to the squire, and by him to the messenger who waited without, as the answer to that which he had brought.
The yeoman having thus accomplished his mission, returned to the headquarters of the allies, which were for the present established under a venerable oak-tree, about three arrow-flights distant from the castle. Here Wamba and Gurth, with their allies the Black Knight and Locksley, and the jovial hermit, awaited with impatience an answer to their summons. Around, and at a distance from them, were seen many a bold yeoman, whose silvan dress and weatherbeaten countenances showed the ordinary nature of their occupation. More than two hundred had already assembled, and others were fast coming in. Those whom they obeyed as leaders were only distinguished from the others by a feather in the cap, their dress, arms, and equipments being in all other respects the same.
Besides these bands, a less orderly and a worse armed force, consisting of the Saxon inhabitants of the neighbouring township, as well as many bondsmen and servants from Cedricβs extensive estate, had already arrived, for the purpose of assisting in his rescue. Few of these were armed otherwise than with such rustic weapons as necessity sometimes converts to military purposes. Boar-spears, scythes, flails, and the like, were their chief arms; for the Normans, with the usual policy of conquerors, were jealous of permitting to the vanquished Saxons the possession or the use of swords and spears. These circumstances rendered the assistance of the Saxons far from being so formidable to the besieged, as the strength of the men themselves, their superior numbers, and the animation inspired by a just cause, might otherwise well have made them. It was to the leaders of this motley army that the letter of the Templar was now delivered.
Reference was at first made to the chaplain for an exposition of its contents.
βBy the crook of St. Dunstan,β said that worthy ecclesiastic, βwhich hath brought more sheep within the sheepfold than the crook of eβer another saint in Paradise, I swear that I cannot expound unto you this jargon, which, whether it be French or Arabic, is beyond my guess.β
He then gave the letter to Gurth, who shook his head gruffly, and passed it to Wamba. The Jester looked at each of the four corners of the paper with such a grin of affected intelligence as a monkey is apt to assume upon similar occasions, then cut a caper, and gave the letter to Locksley.
βIf the long letters were bows, and the short letters broad arrows, I might know something of the matter,β said the brave yeoman; βbut as the matter stands, the meaning is as safe, for me, as the stag thatβs at twelve miles distance.β
βI must be clerk, then,β said the Black Knight; and taking the letter from Locksley, he first read it over to himself, and then explained the meaning in Saxon to his confederates.
βExecute the noble Cedric!β exclaimed Wamba; βby the rood, thou must be mistaken, Sir Knight.β
βNot I, my worthy friend,β replied the knight, βI have explained the words as they are here set down.β
βThen, by St. Thomas of Canterbury,β replied Gurth, βwe will have the castle, should we tear it down with our hands!β
βWe have nothing else to tear it with,β replied Wamba; βbut mine are scarce fit to make mammocks of freestone and mortar.β
βββTis but a contrivance to gain time,β said Locksley; βthey dare not do a deed for which I could exact a fearful penalty.β
βI would,β said the Black Knight, βthere were someone among us who could obtain admission into the castle, and discover how the case stands with the besieged. Methinks, as they require a confessor to be sent, this holy hermit might at once exercise his pious vocation, and procure us the information we desire.β
βA plague on thee, and thy advice!β said the pious hermit; βI tell thee, Sir Slothful Knight, that when I doff my friarβs frock, my priesthood, my sanctity, my very Latin, are put off along with it; and when in my green jerkin, I can better kill twenty deer than confess one Christian.β
βI fear,β said the Black Knight, βI fear greatly, there is no one here that is qualified to take upon him, for the nonce, this same character of father confessor?β
All looked on each other, and were silent.
βI see,β said Wamba, after a short pause, βthat the fool must be still the fool, and put his neck in the venture which wise men shrink from. You must know, my dear cousins and countrymen, that I wore russet before I wore motley, and was bred to be a friar, until a brain-fever came upon me and left me just wit enough to be a fool. I trust, with the assistance of the good hermitβs frock, together with the priesthood, sanctity, and learning which are stitched into the cowl of it, I shall be found qualified to administer both worldly and ghostly comfort to our worthy master Cedric, and his companions in adversity.β
βHath he sense enough, thinkst thou?β said the Black Knight, addressing Gurth.
βI know not,β said Gurth; βbut if he hath not, it will be the first time he hath wanted wit to turn his folly to account.β
βOn with the frock, then, good fellow,β quoth the Knight, βand let thy master send us an account of their situation within the castle. Their numbers must be few, and it is
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