It rocked to and fro, then down it fell in a red heap, entangling the king in its folds.
At the foot of the Cross, Rufinus, the bishop of Acre, still fought on bravely.

Suddenly an arrow struck him in the throat, and throwing his arms wide, he fell to earth.

Then the Saracens hurled themselves upon the Rood, tore it from its place, and with mockery and spittings bore it down the hill towards their camp, as ants may be seen carrying a little stick into their nest, while all who were left alive of the Christian army stared upwards, as though they awaited some miracle from Heaven.

But no angels appeared in the brazen sky, and knowing that God had deserted them, they groaned aloud in their shame and wretchedness.
"Come," said Godwin to Wulf in a strange, quiet voice.

"We have seen enough.