CHAPTER X.
Shadows, avaunt!—Richard's himself again.
Richard III.
When the Black Knight—for it becomes necessary to resume the train of his adventures—left the Trysting-tree of the generous Outlaw,
he held his way straight to a neighbouring religious house, of small extent and revenue, called
the Priory of Saint Botolph, to which the wounded Ivanhoe had been removed when the castle
was taken, under the guidance of the faithful
Gurth, and the magnanimous Wamba. It is unnecessary at present to mention what took place
in the interim betwixt Wilfrid and his deliverer;
suffice it to say, that after long and grave communication, messengers were dispatched by the
Prior in several directions, and that upon the
