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    Canobie Dick and Thomas of Ercildoun - Page 2

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    every stall stood a coal-black
    horse; by every horse lay a knight in coal-black armour, with a drawn
    sword in his hand; but all were as silent, hoof and limb, as if they had
    been cut out of marble. A great number of torches lent a gloomy lustre
    to the hall, which, like those of the Caliph Vathek, was of large
    dimensions. At the upper end, however, they at length arrived, where a
    sword and horn lay on an antique table.

    "He that shall sound that horn and draw that sword," said the stranger,
    who now intimated that he was the famous Thomas of Ercildoun, "shall, if
    his heart fail him not, be king over all broad Britain. So speaks the
    tongue that cannot lie. But all depends on courage, and much on your
    taking the sword or horn first."

    Dick was much disposed to take the sword, but his bold spirit was quailed
    by the supernatural terrors of the hall, and he thought to unsheathe the
    sword first might be construed into defiance, and give offence to the
    powers of the mountain. He took the bugle with a trembling hand, and
    blew a feeble note, but loud enough to produce a terrible answer. Thunder
    rolled in stunning peals through the immense hall; horses and men started
    to life; the steeds snorted, stamped, ground their bits, and tossed their
    heads; the warriors sprang to their feet, clashed their armour, and
    brandished their swords. Dick's terror was extreme at seeing the whole
    army, which had been so lately silent as the grave, in uproar, and about
    to rush on him. He dropped the horn, and made a feeble attempt to seize
    the enchanted sword; but at the same moment a voice pronounced aloud the
    mysterious words--

    "Woe to the coward, that ever he was born,
    Who did not draw the sword before he blew the horn!"

    At the same time a whirlwind of irresistible fury howled through the long
    hall, bore the unfortunate horse-jockey clear out of the mouth of the
    cavern, and precipitated him over a steep bank of loose stones, where the
    shepherds found him the next morning, with just breath sufficient to tell
    his fearful tale, after concluding which he expired.
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