There by the altar, built, it was said, upon the spot where the Lord stood to receive judgment, they saw a kneeling woman, who, clad in the robe of a novice, grasped the stonework with her hands.

Without the rails, also kneeling, was the knight Wulf, still as a statue on a sepulchre.

Hearing them, he rose, turned him about, and drew his great sword.
"Sheathe that sword," commanded Heraclius.
"When I became a knight," answered Wulf, "I swore to defend the innocent from harm and the altars of God from sacrilege at the hands of wicked men.

Therefore I sheathe not my sword." "Take no heed of him," said one; and Heraclius, standing back in the aisle, addressed Rosamund: "Daughter," he cried, "with bitter grief we are come to ask of you a sacrifice, that you should give yourself for the people, as our Master gave Himself for the people.

Saladin demands you as a fugitive of his blood, and until you are delivered to him he will not treat with us for the saving of the city.