“Child!” replied Isaac, somewhat heated, “thou knowest not what thou speakest⁠—His neck and limbs are his own, but his horse and armour belong to⁠—Holy Jacob! what was I about to say!⁠—Nevertheless, it is a good youth⁠—See, Rebecca! see, he is again about to go up to battle against the Philistine⁠—Pray, child⁠—pray for the safety of the good youth⁠—and of the speedy horse, and the rich armour.⁠—God of my fathers!” he again exclaimed, “he hath conquered, and the uncircumcised Philistine hath fallen before his lance⁠—even as Og the King of Bashan , and Sihon, King of the Amorites, fell before the sword of our fathers!⁠—Surely he shall take their gold and their silver, and their warhorses, and their armour of brass and of steel, for a prey and for a spoil.”

The same anxiety did the worthy Jew display during every course that was run, seldom failing to hazard a hasty calculation concerning the value of the horse and armour which was forfeited to the champion upon each new success. There had been therefore no small interest taken in the success of the Disinherited Knight, by those who occupied the part of the lists before which he now paused.