A blackbearded man stumbled up to the brethren, his tongue protruding from his lips, and they knew him for the Master of the Templars.
"For the love of Christ, give me to drink," he said, recognizing them as the knights at whom he had mocked as water-carriers.
They gave him of the little they had left, and while they and their horses drank the rest themselves, saw him rush down the hill refreshed, shaking his red sword.

Then came a pause, and they heard the voice of the bishop of Nazareth, who had clung to them all this while, saying, as though to himself: "And here it was that the Saviour preached the Sermon on the Mount.

Yes, He preached the words of peace upon this very spot.
Oh! it cannot be that He will desert us--it cannot be." While the Saracens held off, the soldiers began to put up the king's pavilion, and with it other tents, around the rock on which stood the Cross.
"Do they mean to camp here ?" asked Wulf bitterly.
"Peace," answered Godwin; "they hope to make a wall about the Rood.

But it is of no avail, for this is the place of my dream." Wulf shrugged his shoulders.

"At least, let us die well," he said.
Then the last attack began.