These statements are all well authenticated in many legends that are among the most trustworthy legends the good old Catholic monks preserve.

I can never forget old Godfrey's sword, now.

I tried it on a Moslem, and clove him in twain like a doughnut.

The spirit of Grimes was upon me, and if I had had a graveyard I would have destroyed all the infidels in Jerusalem.

I wiped the blood off the old sword and handed it back to the priest--I did not want the fresh gore to obliterate those sacred spots that crimsoned its brightness one day six hundred years ago and thus gave Godfrey warning that before the sun went down his journey of life would end.
Still moving through the gloom of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre we came to a small chapel, hewn out of the rock--a place which has been known as "The Prison of Our Lord" for many centuries.