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likely to do for the Holy Sepulchre, we might as
well have stayed at home, and hunted, and hawked,
and held our neighbours at feud. On my life, I
have seen enough of this army to feel sure that
Blacas, the troubadour knight, is a wise man, when
on being asked whether he will go to the Holy Land,
answers, that he loves and is beloved, and that he
will remain at home with his ladye love.’

And already, forgetting his wounds, and _ his
bruises, his hair-breadth escape, and the terrible
scenes in which he had that day acted a part, the
knight, as he reached the tent of King Louis, and
prepared to dismount, half chanted, half sung, the
lines with which Blacas concludes his simple song :—

Je ferai ma pénitence,

Entre mer et Durance,
Aupres de son manoir,