"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 prisoners--all, all shall attend me--a goodly fellowship as ever took the downward road--Ha, ha, ha!" and he laughed in his frenzy till the vaulted roof rang again.
A kutya szászok és az átkozott zsidók, akik a foglyaim... mind, mind velem jönnek... ennél szebb kísérettel még nem ment senki a pokolba, ha-ha-ha! Olyan őrülten kacagott, hogy csak úgy visszhangzott belé a boltíves terem.