In the extremity of agony he shouted upon his servants and allies⁠—“Stephen and Saint Maur!⁠—Clement and Giles!⁠—I burn here unaided!⁠—To the rescue⁠—to the rescue, brave Bois-Guilbert, valiant De Bracy!⁠—It is Front-de-Boeuf who calls!⁠—It is your master, ye traitor squires!⁠—Your ally⁠—your brother in arms, ye perjured and faithless knights!⁠—all the curses due to traitors upon your recreant heads, do you abandon me to perish thus miserably!⁠—They hear me not⁠—they cannot hear me⁠—my voice is lost in the din of battle.⁠—The smoke rolls thicker and thicker⁠—the fire has caught upon the floor below⁠—O, for one drought of the air of heaven, were it to be purchased by instant annihilation!” And in the mad frenzy of despair, the wretch now shouted with the shouts of the fighters, now muttered curses on himself, on mankind, and on Heaven itself.⁠—“The red fire flashes through the thick smoke!” he exclaimed; “the demon marches against me under the banner of his own element⁠—Foul spirit, avoid!⁠—I go not with thee without my comrades⁠—all, all are thine, that garrison these walls⁠—Thinkest thou Front-de-Boeuf will be singled out to go alone?⁠—No⁠—the infidel Templar⁠—the licentious De Bracy⁠—Ulrica, the foul murdering strumpet⁠—the men who aided my enterprises⁠—the dog Saxons and accursed Jews, who are my