“No, damsel!” said the proud Templar, springing up, “thou shalt not thus impose on me⁠—if I renounce present fame and future ambition, I renounce it for thy sake, and we will escape in company. Listen to me, Rebecca,” he said, again softening his tone; “ England ⁠— Europe ⁠—is not the world. There are spheres in which we may act, ample enough even for my ambition. We will go to Palestine , where Conrade, Marquis of Montserrat , is my friend⁠—a friend free as myself from the doting scruples which fetter our freeborn reason⁠—rather with Saladin will we league ourselves, than endure the scorn of the bigots whom we contemn.⁠—I will form new paths to greatness,” he continued, again traversing the room with hasty strides⁠—“ Europe shall hear the loud step of him she has driven from her sons!⁠—Not the millions whom her crusaders send to slaughter, can do so much to defend Palestine