Soldiers who fought around the very Cross could not be defeated, they said, for, if need were, legions of angels would come to aid them.
Godwin and Wulf stared at the relic with wonder, fear, and adoration.

There were the nail marks, there was the place where the scroll of Pilate had been affixed above the holy head--almost could they seem to see that Form divine and dying.
"Now," broke in the voice of the Master of the Templars, "let Sir Godwin D'Arcy swear to the truth of his tale upon this Rood." Rising from his knees Godwin advanced to the Cross, and laying his hand upon the wood, said: "Upon the very Rood I swear that not much more than an hour ago I saw the vision which has been told to the king's highness and to all; that I believe this vision was sent to me in answer to my prayer to preserve our host and the holy city from the power of the Saracen, and that it is a true foreshadowing of what will come about should we advance upon the Sultan.

I can say no more.

I swear, knowing that if I lie eternal damnation is my doom." The bishop drew back the covering over the Cross, and in silence the council took their seats again about the table.

Now the king was very pale, and fearful; indeed a gloom lay upon all of them.
"It would seem," he said, "that here a messenger has been sent to us from heaven.