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But
his
warning
would
have
come
too
late
;
the
massive
pinnacle
already
tottered
,
and
De
Bracy
,
who
still
heaved
at
his
task
,
would
have
accomplished
it
,
had
not
the
voice
of
the
Templar
sounded
close
in
his
ears
:
--
"
All
is
lost
,
De
Bracy
,
the
castle
burns
.
"
"
Thou
art
mad
to
say
so
!
"
replied
the
knight
.
"
It
is
all
in
a
light
flame
on
the
western
side
.
I
have
striven
in
vain
to
extinguish
it
.
"
With
the
stern
coolness
which
formed
the
basis
of
his
character
,
Brian
de
Bois-Guilbert
communicated
this
hideous
intelligence
,
which
was
not
so
calmly
received
by
his
astonished
comrade
.
"
Saints
of
Paradise
!
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
what
is
to
be
done
?
I
vow
to
Saint
Nicholas
of
Limoges
a
candlestick
of
pure
gold
--
"
"
Spare
thy
vow
,
"
said
the
Templar
,
"
and
mark
me
.
Lead
thy
men
down
,
as
if
to
a
sally
;
throw
the
postern-gate
open
--
There
are
but
two
men
who
occupy
the
float
,
fling
them
into
the
moat
,
and
push
across
for
the
barbican
.
I
will
charge
from
the
main
gate
,
and
attack
the
barbican
on
the
outside
;
and
if
we
can
regain
that
post
,
be
assured
we
shall
defend
ourselves
until
we
are
relieved
,
or
at
least
till
they
grant
us
fair
quarter
.
"
"
It
is
well
thought
upon
,
"
said
De
Bracy
;
"
I
will
play
my
part
--
Templar
,
thou
wilt
not
fail
me
?
"
"
Hand
and
glove
,
I
will
not
!
"
said
Bois-Guilbert
.
"
But
haste
thee
,
in
the
name
of
God
!
"
De
Bracy
hastily
drew
his
men
together
,
and
rushed
down
to
the
postern-gate
,
which
he
caused
instantly
to
be
thrown
open
.
