We will cut the throats of the five thousand followers of the Prophet who are in our power, and then, every man of us who can bear arms, we will sally out into the midst of you and fight on till we fall.

So I think Jerusalem shall cost you dear." The Sultan stared at him and stroked his beard.
"Eighty thousand lives," he muttered; "eighty thousand lives, besides those of my soldiers whom you will slay.

A great slaughter--and the holy city destroyed forever.

Oh! it was of such a massacre as this that once I dreamed." Then Saladin sat still and thought a while, his head bowed upon his breast..