The trio of _Protestants_ were taken up the steps of the scaffold. Two priests accompanied them. The chief of the two priests, he who had led the chant in the cathedral, held up before the trio a silver figure of Apleon, about eighteen inches long, and, (amid the intense silence all around, his words were distinctly heard) cried: "Will you worship God?" "We _do_ worship God--but we will not worship either the Anti-christ, Anti-God, or his image!" It was Ralph who, in ringing fearless tones, replied, the other two responding with: "Amen! Amen! to our God who sitteth on The Throne, and to the Lamb, for ever!" A savage roar swept upwards from the maddened mass below. Ralph was told to bow his head upon the block. He did so, while Rose sang clear and strong: "Am I a soldier of the cross, A follower of the Lamb, And shall I fear----------" The chief of the two priests, struck her heavily across the mouth and silenced her. At the same instant the executioner held aloft, by the hair, the severed head of Ralph Bastin. Yells of delight, mingled with "Long live our God Apleon!" greeted the sight of the head. George Bullen's head was now upon the block, while Rose, the light of a holy triumph in her eyes, unable to sing because of her bleeding mouth, shouted, "Jesus! Jesus! Precious Christ!" She kept her eyes from the block, and turned slightly away, as the head of her dear one was held aloft amid the frantic delighted cries of the murderous mass below. It was her turn now, and she turned rapturously towards the block. But before she could lay her head upon the blood-stained horror, the chief of the priests thrust her forward to the near edge of the floor of the scaffold, and, holding his hand up for silence, cried: "Is she too beautiful for the block?" He caught her up suddenly in his arms, and held her as high aloft as his strength would permit, as he shouted: "Does any one want her, if you do, say so, and I will hurl her down!" "Behead her!" roared a voice in the crowd, and thousands of voices joined in the cry. The priest dragged her to the block and laid her neck in the hollow of it. There was a flash of steel in the sunlight, and the beautiful head rolled into the basket. The next moment it was being held aloft by the long, lovely hair, the people below yelling with joy. At a sign from the priest, the bugler sounded for "silence." Then the priest cried: "So shall die every rebel against our LORD GOD, _The Emperor_!" With a wave of his hand towards the Cathedral behind him, he added: "Our worship will be continued in our Temple and, for today, at least, worship will continue all day." The fools, the dupes, flocked back to the cathedral--as many as could crowd in. Those who could not get in watched the bodies and heads of the three martyrs for God hurled down from the scaffold on the stones below.