Chapter 5 chapter Five

Don't the Jews have eyes?Do Jews have no senses, no body, no senses and emotions, no emotions?He eats the same food, can be wounded by the same weapons, suffers from the same diseases, is healed by the same medicines, feels the same cold in winter and hot in summer, and is no different from a Christian, isn't it? "The Merchant of Venice" [Note: Shakespeare's comedy. 】 Oswald came back and whispered in his master's ear: This is a Jew who claims to be Isaac of York. Is it appropriate for me to lead him into the hall? Let Ge Si perform your duties, Oswald, Wang Ba said, he has always insisted on his own ideas, and the hogherd is the Jew's usher, which is very suitable.

Virgin Mary!The abbot said he crossed himself, a Jew who didn't believe in Christ, and let him enter the hall! A Jewish dog, said the Templar, to stay with the guardian of the Holy Sepulchre? I promise, Wang Ba said, the Templars don't like being with the Jews, he only loves their property. Be quiet, respected guests, Cedric said, I can't refuse him because you don't like him.Since God has allowed the whole unbelieving and unrepentant Jewish people to survive for countless ages, we can tolerate a Jew among us for a few hours.But I don't want to force anyone to eat or talk with him.We could have a separate meal for him, but, he said with a smile, if these hooded foreigners would let him sit at the same table, then we don't have to.

Monsieur, said the Templar, my Saracen servant is a true Muslim, and like any Christian, he does not want to associate with Jews. That's strange, Wang Ba interjected, I can't see Muhammad and Temagante. ] worshipers, how different from the Jews, the Jews were once God's chosen people yet. Then let him sit with you, bastard, Cedric said, a fool and a lowly man make good companions. Fools are not afraid of him, replied Wang Ba, holding up a piece of leftover bacon, and I'll build a breakwater in front of him. [Note: Judaism regards pork as unclean and must not be eaten or touched. Therefore, lifting pork to Jews can make them stay away. 】

Be still, said Cedric, and here he comes. The man who had been brought in with impolite manners walked towards the lower end of the table with an air of trepidation and hesitation; With the long-term habit of bending over, it is almost impossible to see how tall he is.His clear and regular features, his aquiline nose, his piercing black eyes, his high wrinkled forehead, and his long gray beard and hair should be considered beautiful, but only because they have The peculiarities of the Jewish race became a mark of baseness; and in those dark ages, this race was not only universally discriminated against by the naive and simple-minded of the common people, but also the object of persecution by the greedy and cruel aristocrats, But perhaps it is precisely this kind of discrimination and persecution that has shaped these people into a national character in which, to say the least, there are many vulgar and vulgar elements.

The clothes of the Jew, which appeared to have been badly damaged by the storm, were a simple coat of tawny homespun, with many folds, and a dark purple robe inside.He wore a pair of large fur-trimmed boots and a leather belt around his waist, on which hung a paper knife and a stationery bag, but no weapons.His hat was a curious one, one of those square yellow caps which were obligatory for Jews to distinguish them from Christians, but which he took off at the hall door. The reception this man received in the halls of Cedric the Saxon would have satisfied even the most hostile to the families of Israel.Cedric himself, in response to the repeated bows of the Jew, merely nodded grimly and motioned for him to take a seat at the end of the table, but no one offered him a seat.On the contrary, while he walked along the table, casting timid, pleading sympathetic glances at everyone sitting there, the Saxon servants remained motionless with outstretched arms, and continued to gorge themselves on the table, staring at the new man. The needs of the guests who arrive are ignored, pretending not to know.The abbot's servants made the sign of the cross on their bodies, showing pious and terrified faces. Even the Saracen pagans twirled their beards angrily when they saw Isaac approaching, and put their hands on their daggers. , as if preparing to use the most brutal means to block his approach, so as not to be contaminated with his evil spirit.

It stands to reason that since Cedric was magnanimous enough to open the door of the hall to a son of the discriminated race, he should also have insisted that his servants treat Isaac with courtesy; He discussed the breed and habits of his beloved hounds, which were the subject of his greatest interest, and the insignificant event of a Jew going to bed hungry was naturally not on his mind to interrupt his conversation.So Isaac was left to stand aside like a homeless orphan, unable to find a seat and ignored, just as his people were excluded from all the nations of the world.At this time, the pilgrim sitting by the fireplace felt sympathetic to him, gave him his seat, and said to him simply: "Old man, my clothes are dry and my stomach is full, but you are still wet." Hungry again.As he spoke, he stirred together the scattered charcoal in the great fireplace, and brought from the great table a portion of thick soup and hot goat, and placed them on the little table where he had just eaten, without waiting for the Jew to thank him, So he walked to the other end of the hall, whether he was unwilling to have more contact with the people under his care, or whether he was eager to go to the head of the table, it seemed difficult to determine.

If an artist had been able to paint such a scene on that day, the scene of the Jew arching his frozen body and holding out his cold, trembling hand to the fire would have been an anthropomorphic picture of winter.As soon as he had allowed himself to warm up, he turned around and began to eat the steaming food which was placed in front of him; he ate quickly and with great relish, which showed that he was already very hungry. Meanwhile, the Abbess and Cedric were still discussing their hunt; Miss Rowena seemed to be chatting with one of her maids; Thinking about which one he should care more about.

Dear Cedric, said the abbot suddenly in the midst of his discourse, I find it strange that you are so in love with the perfect language of your own country as jewels, and refuse to accept Norman French, which, at least as far as the mysteries of the woods and the hunt are concerned, language is worth paying attention to.It has, no doubt, all the words that the sport of the field requires, and the experienced hunter will find every means of expression for his pleasure. Honorable Elder Emer, answered the Saxon, I may as well tell you straight, that I am not in love with the finer things of the Overseas, without which I can entertain myself in the woods.I can blow my horn, and though I cannot call the call a recheat or a mort, I can also make my dogs catch game, and disembowel them when I have caught them, without curbe, arbor, Nombles and other novel jargon are not allowed, all these are just nonsense invented by the legendary Tristram knight. [Note: The Normans separated hunting language from common life language, which is not found in other languages. 】

French is not only the natural language of hunting, it is also the most natural language in winning love and conquering enemies in battle.The Templar raised his voice, speaking in his usual domineering, self-righteous tone. Let us have a drink, my lord, said Cedric, pouring out one for the master; let me recall, and tell you what happened thirty years ago.At that time, I, Cedric the Saxon, spoke common English, and even in love, there was no need to repeat the beautiful words of the lyrics of the French troubadours; A bloody battle between King David I and King Stephen of England. ] The field of Northallerton can tell you that day, too, that the cry of the Saxon charge, like the cry of the bravest Norman gentleman, was heard over the lines of the Scotch army.Here, guests, to the heroes who fought there!He drank the wine in one gulp, and then continued vigorously, ah, it was a life-and-death battle. Thousands of flags flew forward above the heads of the warriors, and blood flowed like rivers on the ground. Everyone was not afraid of sacrifice and regarded death as home.A Saxon bard called it a feast of sabers, a predation of birds of prey, a clash of swords and halberds on shields and armor, and the sound of slaughter on the battlefield was louder than the cheers of a wedding feast.But now such songs are gone, he added, Our deeds are lost in those of another people; our language, and even our names, are fast dying; but no one grieves for it except a lonely old man .Sommelier, you bastard, fill your glass.Your Excellency, let us drink to the strong fighter, no matter what nationality or language he speaks, as long as he is the bravest fighter in the crusaders in Palestine today!

Those who wear the epaulets don't agree with that, Brian.For who, said Bois-Guilbert, but the sworn defender of the Holy Sepulchre should be honored with such an honor? There is also the Medical Knights [Note: A well-known knight organization in the Crusades, mainly composed of Italian knights, with the main task of healing the wounded, also known as the Knights of St. John. ] Knights, said the dean, I have a brother who fought in that order. I don't want to discredit them, said the Templar, but I think, Cedric old friend, put in Wonba, Richard the Lionheart, if he was wise enough to take a fool's advice, he'd better stay home with the jovial English, and stay home with the merry English, and as for Jerusalem, let Those knights who lost it go and reclaim it.

Is there really no one worth mentioning in the British Army other than the Knights Templar and the Knights of St John?said Miss Rowena. Excuse me, ma'am, replied Bois-Guilbert, the King of England did lead a host of valiant warriors to Palestine, but they were not as good as those who steadfastly defended the Holy Land with their breasts. No worse than anyone else, the pilgrim interjected suddenly. He was standing nearby and couldn't hold back after hearing these arguments.This unexpected remark made everyone turn their faces away from him.Again the Pilgrim continued in a firm and composed voice: I mean that of all those who defend the Holy Land with the sword, the English knights are as good as any.And I have to say because this is what I saw with my own eyes. After the capture of St. John's Church in Ike, King Richard himself and his five knights held a tournament and defeated everyone's attack as challengers.I would also say that they each fought three times that day, knocking their opponents to the ground each time.I must add that seven of these attackers were knights of the Knights Templar;Sir Bois-guibert knew perfectly well that what I said was true. When the Templar heard this, his face was filled with anger, and his dark face became even darker. It is beyond words to describe.His embarrassment and anger reached the peak, so that his fingers trembled and stretched out to the hilt of his sword. Perhaps it was only because he realized that it was not appropriate to use force on such an occasion and in front of these people, so he didn't really draw out his sword .Cedric, a straightforward and very simple man, who was not apt to think of two things at the same time, was so overwhelmed by the glorious deeds of his countrymen that he did not notice his guest's annoyance and alarm.He said: If you, who have visited the Holy Land, tell me who are the gallant knights who make merry England proud, I will give you this gold bracelet. That is what I am willing to do, replied the pilgrim, without payment, and I have vowed not to touch gold for a period of time. I can wear the bracelet for you if you agree, pilgrim friend.Wang Ba interrupted. The first person with great martial arts and high status was the brave King Richard of England.said Pilgrim. "Very well," said Cedric, though he is a descendant of the tyrant Duke William, which I can disregard. The Earl of Leicester was second, continued the Pilgrim, Thomas of Gillesland.Sir Melton was third. He was at least of Saxon blood.Cedric said excitedly. The fourth is Falk.Sir Dooley.Pilgrim continued. He was also a Saxon, at least from his mother's point of view.Cedric continued, listening so intently that he was so intoxicated with the joint victory of the King of England and the subjects of the British Isles that he forgot at least part of his hatred of the Normans. Who was the fifth?he asked. The fifth place is Edwin.Sir Turnenham. He is a true Saxon, a descendant of Hengist!Cedric shouted, and then asked excitedly: Where is the sixth?What is the sixth name? The sixth pilgrim, who seemed to be trying to recall, said after a pause that it was a young knight, of low rank and not too prominent, who played no important role in that illustrious group, but merely made up the numbers; I can't remember the name for a moment. Come on, Mr. Pilgrim, Brian.The Chevalier Bois-Ghibert said in a sneering tone, you are pretending to forget, you remembered everything clearly just now, it is too late to say so now.I might add the name of the knight, though fate and the misstep of the steed have thrown me before his lance; that is the knight of Ivanhoe, who, young as he was, none of the six could over him.Yet I say it, and say it aloud, if he dares to challenge me at this week's tourney at this week's tournament; With a sword, you can defeat him. It is a pity that your opponent is not here, otherwise your challenge will be fulfilled at once, replied the pilgrim, in the present situation you know that this duel cannot take place, so brag about its ending and disturb this peaceful hall. , it seems unnecessary.But once Ivanhoe returns from Palestine, I can guarantee that he will accept your challenge. Beautifully spoken!The Templar said, so what do you guarantee? The reliquary, said the pilgrim, pulled out a small ivory box from his breast and made the sign of the cross on his body, and contained things from the monastery of Mount Carmelite [Note: Located in Palestine; , also known as the Cloth Order, is one of the Catholic Mendicant Orders. ] from the real cross. The abbot of Jurvaux crossed himself and said a prayer, which was followed by all the people present except the Jews, Muslims and Templars.The Templars did not take off their hats, and did not pay any respect to the so-called sacred object, but just took a gold necklace from around their necks, threw it on the table, and said: A token of me and this nameless tramp, In the custody of Elder Elmer, they stated that after Knight Ivanhoe returned to the British mainland, he should immediately speak to Brienne.Bois-guibert's challenge, and if he does not accept, I shall declare him a coward on the walls of every temple in Europe. No need, Miss Rowena suddenly broke the silence and said, if there is no one in this hall, let me speak on behalf of Ivanhoe who is not here now.I am confident that he will accept any challenge of integrity with integrity.If my inability to guarantee can add some weight to this pilgrim's extremely precious token, then I guarantee on my name and honor that Knight Ivanhoe will make this proud knight get his wish. A number of conflicting moods seemed to control Cedric and keep him silent during the controversy.Satisfied pride, anger, and bewilderment flowed from his open brow, one after another, chasing each other, drifting across the wheat field like the shadows cast by dark clouds.At the same time, the name of the sixth knight seemed to have aroused a strong reaction between the brows of his servants, and they all turned their gazes to their master's face.But as soon as Rowena spoke, her voice woke him up. "Miss," Cedric said, "that's not appropriate; if a voucher is needed, then although I've been hurt and my anger is justified, I'm willing to put my honor on Ivanhoe's honor."Now, even in the absurd fashion of the Norman order of chivalry, preparations for a duel were complete.Is it not, Elder Emer? Yes, replied the abbot, the relics and valuable chains may be kept in the treasury of our monastery until the outcome of this paramilitary operation is decided. As he said this, he crossed himself again and again, prostrated himself several times, and said the prayers several times before he handed over the reliquary to his entourage, Brother Ambrose, and put away the gold chain himself. , into a scented-skin-lined pouch under his sleeve, less ceremonial, but perhaps more solemn, and now, sir, Cedric, said your wine, which has done its part to my ear The buzzing sounded, please allow me to toast Miss Rowena again, and then I will leave and go back to my room to rest. By the crucifixion, said the Saxon, you have always been famous for your drink, what is it, my lord abbot!I am told that you are a merry monk, and do not lay down your glass till the bells for matins; and I have always feared that I am too old to match your drink.But I promise, when I was young, not even a twelve-year-old Saxon kid would put down his glass so quickly. However, the abbot has his reasons for insisting that enough is enough.Not only is he supposed to be a peacemaker in terms of his job, but in real life, he also hates all hatred and quarrels.And not just out of love for one's neighbor, or out of solitude, or both.On the present occasion, he was instinctively wary of the violent temper of the Saxon, and his friend was so reckless and conceited that he had almost had a fit several times. And scattered.He therefore politely remarked that no nation of men could drink as much as the strong, hard-working, steadfast Saxons; he made a mild reference to his priesthood, and finally declared that they must retire. A final toast was held, and the guests, after thanking their master and Miss Rowena, rose and parted in the hall; the two masters of the house, surrounded by their own servants, exited by different doors. . When the Templar passed through the crowd, he said to Isaac the Jew: Dog who does not believe in Christ, do you plan to join in the fun at the tournament? Yes, I want to see and see, Isaac replied humbly, if you have no objection. Hey, said the knight, suck us noble blood with usury, cheat women and children out of money with trinkets, and I bet the Jew's pockets are full. I have no money, not a penny, not half a penny, as the God of Abraham bears witness!The Jew said, holding hands tightly, I just want to ask a brother of our own family for help so that I can pay off the Jewish tax office. The exorbitant and miscellaneous taxes levied on them are various. ], may our ancestor Jacob bless me!I am so poor now that I have even this coarse robe I have on which I borrowed from Reuben of Tadcaster. The Templar smiled sinisterly and replied: Lies, damn it!After that, he walked away, as if he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and then started talking to the Muslim slaves in a language that others didn't understand.But the few words of this man who looked like a warrior and a monk had already frightened the poor Israelites. It wasn't until the Templars reached the end of the hall that he dared to straighten his stooped back, raised his head, and saw The old man has long gone.He opened his eyes wide and looked around, as if a thunderstorm had just sounded in front of him, and the rumbling thunder was still echoing in his ears. After a while, the Templars and the abbot had entered their respective bedrooms, led by the steward and the cupbearer, each with two torch-carrying servants and two food-carrying servants follow.Their entourage and other guests were taken to their respective residences by lower-ranking servants.