“Defy me not, Sir Squire,” said Hayraddin Maugrabin. “I can tell you that, say what you will of your religion, the Goddess whom you worship rides in this company.”
“Peace!” said Quentin, in astonishment, “on thy life, not a word farther, but in answer to what I ask thee.—Canst thou be faithful?”
“I can—all men can,” said the Bohemian.
“But wilt thou be faithful?”
“Wouldst thou believe me the more should I swear it?” answered Maugrabin, with a sneer.
“Thy life is in my hand,” said the young Scot.
“Strike, and see whether I fear to die,” answered the Bohemian.
“Will money render thee a trusty guide?” demanded Durward.
“If I be not such without it, no,” replied the heathen.
“Then what will bind thee?” asked the Scot.