“To be a guest in the house where I should command?” said the Templar; “never!⁠—Chaplains, raise the Psalm, Quare fremuerunt Gentes? ⁠—Knights, squires, and followers of the Holy Temple, prepare to follow the banner of Beau-seant!”

The Grand Master spoke with a dignity which confronted even that of England ’s king himself, and inspired courage into his surprised and dismayed followers. They gathered around him like the sheep around the watchdog, when they hear the baying of the wolf. But they evinced not the timidity of the scared flock⁠—there were dark brows of defiance, and looks which menaced the hostility they dared not to proffer in words. They drew together in a dark line of spears, from which the white cloaks of the knights were visible among the dusky garments of their retainers, like the lighter-coloured edges of a sable cloud. The multitude, who had raised a clamorous shout of reprobation, paused and gazed in silence on the formidable and experienced body to which they had unwarily bade defiance, and shrunk back from their front.