“Arnold of Falkenhorst, speak now, or hear thy doom!--and then for ever hold thy peace!” No answer was returned to the second summons; and, at the command of Lusignan, the peers and princes of the crusade were called upon for their award. Scarcely had he ceased, before the assembled judges rose to their feet like a single man. In calm determination they laid each one his extended hand upon his breast, and, like the distant mutterings of thunder, was heard the fatal verdict--“Guilty, upon mine honor!” The words were caught up by the myriads that were collected around, and shouted till the welkin rang: “Guilty, guilty!--To the gibbet with the traitor!” As soon as the tumult was appeased, Guy de Lusignan arose from his lofty seat, and--the herald making proclamation after him--pronounced the judgment of the court:-- “Arnold of Falkenhorst, whilome count of the empire, belted knight, and sworn soldier of the cross! by thy peers hast thou been tried, and by thy peers art thou condemned! Traitor, recreant, and heretic--discourteous gentleman, false knight, and fallen Christian--hear thy doom! The crest shall be erased from thy burgonet; the spurs shall be hewn from thine heels; the bearings of thy shield shall be defaced; the name of thy house shall be forgotten! To the holy church are thy lands and lordships forfeit! On the gibbet shalt thou die like a dog, and thy body shall be food for the wolf and the vulture!” “It is the will of God,” shouted the assembled nations, “it is the will of God!”