But Athelstane is really dead, and Rowena and the boy have to be found.

He does his duty and finds them,--just in time to be present at Rowena's death.

She has been put in prison by king John, and is in extremis when her first husband gets to her.

"Wilfrid, my early loved,"[6] slowly gasped she removing her gray hair from her furrowed temples, and gazing on her boy fondly as he nestled on Ivanhoe's knee,--"promise me by St.Waltheof of Templestowe,--promise me one boon!" "I do," said Ivanhoe, clasping the boy, and thinking that it was to that little innocent that the promise was intended to apply.
"By St.Waltheof ?" "By St.Waltheof!" "Promise me then," gasped Rowena, staring wildly at him, "that you will never marry a Jewess!" "By St.Waltheof!" cried Ivanhoe, "but this is too much," and he did not make the promise.
"Having placed young Cedric at school at the Hall of Dotheboys, in Yorkshire, and arranged his family affairs, Sir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe quitted a country which had no longer any charm for him, as there was no fighting to be done, and in which his stay was rendered less agreeable by the notion that king John would hang him." So he goes forth and fights again, in league with the Knights of St.John,--the Templars naturally having a dislike to him because of Brian de Bois Guilbert.
"The only fault that the great and gallant, though severe and ascetic Folko of Heydenbraten, the chief of the Order of St.John, found with the melancholy warrior whose lance did such service to the cause, was that he did not persecute the Jews as so religious a knight should.

So the Jews, in cursing the Christians, always excepted the name of the Desdichado,--or the double disinherited, as he now was,--the Desdichado Doblado." Then came the battle of Alarcos, and the Moors were all but in possession of the whole of Spain.