Suddenly the voices of the two witnesses were heard. Both voices were clear and distinct, yet neither clashed with the other, even though each voice used separate terms. They stood about a hundred yards apart from each other. Everyone rose to their feet, every eye was fixed upon the two grand, fearless faces, as they thundered forth their words of warning of judgment, of entreaty. Then suddenly they turned their gaze and their speech upon Apleon himself. As the "Te Deum" sprang spontaneously from the lips of Ambrose and Augustine, each saint voicing an alternate stanza, so now the two witnesses hurled their fulminations against the Man of Sin: "_Thou heart of all foulness and deceiveableness, with the breath of His lips shall the Christ slay thee._" Isa. xi. 4. "_Thou marked one, the Lord shall consume thee with the spirit of His mouth, and shall destroy thee with the brightness of His coming._" 2 Thess. ii. 8. "_O thou enemy! Thy destructions shall soon come to a perpetual end._" Ps. lx. 6. "_It shall come to pass in that day_ (when Jehovah shall deliver His people out of thy hands) _saith the Lord of Hosts, that I will break thy yoke_ (Apleon Emperor, Man of Sin, Anti-christ) _from off the 'peoples' neck._" Jer. xxx 8. "_Judgment shall sit, and Christ shall take away thy kingdom, to consume and to destroy it unto the end._" Dan. vii. 26. "_Tophet is ordained of old, yea for thee, thou Man of Sin, it is prepared: God hath made it deep, and large; the pile thereof is fire and much wood: the breath of the Lord, like a stream of brimstone, doth kindle it._" Isa. xxx. 33. "_And thou shall be taken, and with thee The False Prophet, thy co-adjutor, he whom thou hast deputed to work miracles before thee, and in thy foul name, and with all those whom thou and thy False Prophet have deceived, who have received thy brand on them, and who have worshipped thine image.--These all, you, your prophet, and your dupes, shall be cast into a lake of fire burning with brimstone_". Rev. xiii. 2, 3. Rev. xix. 20. Low and mocking, a laugh broke from Apleon, upon whose brow there still played that lambent flame. The laugh was caught up by the multitude, until one far-reaching volume of mocking, derisive laughter went rolling out-and-away from The Broadway, to Gareth and Goab, and every other suburb of the city, and back again. As the last echo of the laughter died away, Apleon called, to his Viceroy: "Where is the axe and the block?" "Here, Sire!" A score of men bearing broad, gleaming axes, with thrice a score of others, bearing, each three, a blood-red enamelled block, came forward into the centre of the square. "Take those two drivelling prophets, and behead them!" cried Apleon. A thousand hands were stretched towards the witnesses. This time they were readily taken. Their bodies were dragged to the blocks, and with one stroke to each, they were beheaded.