It was death whatever they did, unless, in truth, this splendid sorceress was indeed the Voice of the Risen Prince.

Force would be of no avail against them.

Madness had flung them against Rome; only some other madness would turn them back.
The Christian, from his commanding position, expected anything.
It was the moment which would show if the false prophet would triumph.
If the four legions went down before the multitude, it would mean the ascendancy of a strange woman over Israel, and the obliteration of the faith in Jesus Christ in the Holy Land.
It can not be said that the Christian watched the crisis with a calm spirit.

He did not wish to see the heathen overthrow the ancient people of God, nor could he behold the triumph of a false Christ.

He put his hands together and prayed.
A figure appeared between the two bodies of combatants, rushing on intensely, to grapple.
It was a tall commanding form, clothed in garments that glittered for whiteness.