``No，damsel！’’saidtheproudTemplar，springingup，``thoushaltnotthusimposeonme——ifI
renouncepresentfameandfutureambition，Irenounceitforthysake，andwewillescapeincompany。
Listentome，Rebecca，’’hesaid，againsofteninghistone；``England，——Europe，——isnottheworld。Therearespheresinwhichwemayact，ampleenoughevenformyambition。WewillgotoPalestine，whereConrade，MarquisofMontserrat，ismyfriend——afriendfreeasmyselffromthedotingscrupleswhichfetterourfree-bornreason——ratherwithSaladinwillweleagueourselves，thanendurethescornofthebigotswhomwecontemn——
Iwillformnewpathstogreatness，’’hecontinued，againtraversingtheroomwithhastystrides——``Europeshallheartheloudstepofhimshehasdrivenfromhersons！——Notthemillionswhomhercrusaderssendtoslaughter，candosomuchtodefendPalestine——notthesabresofthethousandsandtenthousandsofSaracenscanhewtheirwaysodeepintothatlandforwhichnationsarestriving，asthestrengthandpolicyofmeandthosebrethren，who，indespiteofyonderoldbigot，willadheretomeingoodandevil。Thoushaltbeaqueen，Rebecca——onMountCarmelshallwepitchthethronewhichmyvalourwillgainforyou，andIwillexchangemylong-desiredbatoonforasceptre！’’
``Adream，’’saidRebecca；``anemptyvisionofthenight，which，wereitawakingreality，affectsmenot。Enough，thatthepowerwhichthoumightestacquire，Iwillnevershare；norholdIsolightofcountryorreligiousfaith，astoesteemhimwhoiswillingtobartertheseties，andcastawaythebondsoftheOrderofwhichheisaswornmember，inordertogratifyanunrulypassionforthedaughterofanotherpeople——Putnotapriceonmydeliverance，SirKnight——sellnotadeedofgenerosity——protecttheoppressedforthesakeofcharity，andnotforaselfishadvantage——GotothethroneofEngland；Richardwilllistentomyappealfromthesecruelmen。’’