"And I must lie here like a bedridden monk," exclaimed Ivanhoe, "while the game that gives me freedom or death is played out by the hand of others! – Look from the window once again, kind maiden, but beware that you are not marked by the archers beneath – Look out once more, and tell me if they yet advance to the storm." (29.29)
"Hold thy belief," replied Ulrica, "till the proof reach thee – But, no!" she said, interrupting herself, "thou shalt know, even now, the doom, which all thy power, strength, and courage, is unable to avoid, though it is prepared for thee by this feeble band. Markest thou the smouldering and suffocating vapour which already eddies in sable folds through the chamber? – Didst thou think it was but the darkening of thy bursting eyes – the difficulty of thy cumbered breathing? – No! Front-de-Boeuf, there is another cause – Rememberest thou the magazine of fuel that is stored beneath these apartments?"
"Woman!" he exclaimed with fury, "thou hast not set fire to it? – By heaven, thou hast, and the castle is in flames!" (30.36-38)
"Thou art mad, De Bracy – what is it we propose to thee, a hired and retained captain of Free Companions, whose swords are purchased for Prince John's service? Thou art apprized of our enemy, and then thou scruplest, though thy patron's fortunes, those of thy comrades, thine own, and the life and honour of every one amongst us, be at stake!"
"I tell you," said De Bracy, sullenly, "that he gave me my life. True, he sent me from his presence, and refused my homage – so far I owe him neither favour nor allegiance – but I will not lift hand against him." (34.50-51)