“The dying man, knaves!” rejoined the Baron; “I promise thee we shall all be dying men an we stand not to it the more stoutly. But I will relieve the guard upon this caitiff companion of yours.⁠—Here, Urfried⁠—hag⁠—fiend of a Saxon witch⁠—hearest me not?⁠—tend me this bedridden fellow since he must needs be tended, whilst these knaves use their weapons.⁠—Here be two arblasts, comrades, with windlaces and quarrells 33 ⁠—to the barbican with you, and see you drive each bolt through a Saxon brain.”

The men, who, like most of their description, were fond of enterprise and detested inaction, went joyfully to the scene of danger as they were commanded, and thus the charge of Ivanhoe was transferred to Urfried, or Ulrica. But she, whose brain was burning with remembrance of injuries and with hopes of vengeance, was readily induced to devolve upon Rebecca the care of her patient.