"A wonderful forbearance on the part of a Welsh assassin!" said the King, scornfully. "Ay," answered Cadwallon; "and which certain Christian princes have scarce attained to, who have never neglected the chance of pillage or conquest afforded by the absence of a rival in the Holy Crusade." "Now, by the Holy Rood"--said Henry, on the point of bursting out, for the insult affected him peculiarly; but, suddenly stopping, he said, with an air of contempt, "To the gallows with the knave!" "But one other question," said De Lacy, "Renault, or by whatever name thou art called. Ever since my return thou hast rendered me service inconsistent with thy stern resolution upon my life--thou didst aid me in my shipwreck--and didst guide me safely through Wales, where my name would have ensured my death; and all this after the crusade was accomplished?" "I could explain thy doubt," said the bard, "but that it might be thought I was pleading for my life." "Hesitate riot for that," said the King; "for were our Holy Father to Intercede for thee, his prayer were in vain." "Well then," said the bard, "know the truth--I was too proud to permit either wave or Welshman to share in my revenge. Know also, what is perhaps Cadwallon's weakness--use and habit had divided my feelings towards De Lacy, between aversion and admiration. I still contemplated my revenge, but as something which I might never complete, and which seemed rather an image in the clouds, than an object to which I must one day draw near. And when I beheld thee," he said, turning to De Lacy, "this very day so determined, so sternly resolved, to bear thy impending fate like a man--that you seemed to me to resemble the last tower of a ruined palace, still holding its head to heaven, when its walls of splendour, and its bowers of delight, lay in desolation around--may I perish, I said to myself in secret, ere I perfect its ruin! Yes, De Lacy, then, even then--but some hours since--hadst thou accepted my proffered hand, I had served thee as never follower served master. You rejected it with scorn--and yet notwithstanding that insult, it required that I should have seen you, as I thought, trampling over the field in which you slew my master, in the full pride of Norman insolence, to animate my resolution to strike the blow, which, meant for you, has slain at least one of your usurping race.--I will answer no more questions--lead on to axe or gallows--it is indifferent to Cadwallon--my soul will soon be with my free and noble ancestry, and with my beloved and royal patron." "My liege and prince," said De Lacy, bending his knee to Henry, "can you hear this, and refuse your ancient servant one request?-- Spare this man!--Extinguish not such a light, because it is devious and wild."