The earl had already received several desperate wounds, and the king himself was bleeding from some severe gashes with the keen-edged scimitars.

Cuthbert was already down, when a shout of "St.George!" was heard, and a body of English knights clove through the throng of Saracens and reached the side of King Richard.
Close behind these in a mass pressed the British footmen with bill and pike, the enemy giving way foot by foot before their steady discipline.
The king was soon on horseback again, and rallying his troops on, led them for one more great and final charge upon the enemy.
The effect was irresistible.

Appalled by the slaughter which they had suffered, and by the tremendous strength and energy of the Christian knights, the Saracens broke and fled; and the last reserves of Saladin gave way as the king, shouting his war-cry of "God help the holy sepulchre!" fell upon them.

Once, indeed, the battle still seemed doubtful, for a fresh band of the enemy at that moment arrived and joined in the fray.

The crusaders were now, however, inspired with such courage and confidence that they readily obeyed the king's war-cry, gathered in a firm body, and hurled themselves upon this new foe.