“Father Abraham!” said Isaac of York , when the first course was run betwixt the Templar and the Disinherited Knight, “how fiercely that Gentile rides! Ah, the good horse that was brought all the long way from Barbary , he takes no more care of him than if he were a wild ass’s colt⁠—and the noble armour, that was worth so many zecchins to Joseph Pareira, the armourer of Milan , besides seventy in the hundred of profits, he cares for it as little as if he had found it in the highways!”

“If he risks his own person and limbs, father,” said Rebecca, “in doing such a dreadful battle, he can scarce be expected to spare his horse and armour.”