The Jew twisted himself in the saddle, like a man in a fit of the colic; but his better feelings predominated over those which were most familiar to him. “I care not,” he said, “I care not⁠—let me go. If there is damage, it will cost you nothing⁠—if there is usage money, Kirjath Jairam will forgive it for the sake of his kinsman Isaac. Fare thee well!⁠—Yet hark thee, good youth,” said he, turning about, “thrust thyself not too forward into this vain hurly-burly⁠—I speak not for endangering the steed, and coat of armour, but for the sake of thine own life and limbs.”

“Gramercy for thy caution,” said the Palmer, again smiling; “I will use thy courtesy frankly, and it will go hard with me but I will requite it.”

They parted, and took different roads for the town of Sheffield .