"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!"
A füst mind sűrűbben gomolyog... a tűz már a padlóba is belekapott... Ó, ha csak egy lélegzetnyit szippanthatnék Isten szabad levegőjéből, még ha tüstént meg is kellene halnom utána - az sem volna túl nagy ár érte!