LAIR EPAIS de Molay, please tell the court how the Templars died. An immense pyre, prepared for troture, rises as a scaffold. Each Knight wonders if he will have the honor of being first to climb it. But the Grand Master arrives- the honor is reserved for him- and he proceeds to climb while his Knights look on. His face radiates glory and vision of what will come far beyond that moment. He speaks to the crowd People of France, remember our last words: we are innocent; we die as innocents. The verdict that condemns us is an unjust one, but elsewhere an august Tribunal exists- one which the oppressed NEVER implore in vain, for its judgements are wiithout piety. I dare to cite you before that tribunal, O Pope of Rome! Another forty days shall pass and then you shall appear before it. Everyone in the crowd was trembling, and shuddered at the pronouncement of the Grand Master. But even greater shock and fear swpet oer the crowd when he continued to say O Philip, my Master, my King! Even if I could forgive you, it would be in vain, for your life is condemned. Before the same tribunal, I expect you within a year! Numerous spectators moved by the Grand Masters curse are shedding tears for you, Philip, and terror spreads through the silent throng. It seems the very semblance of that future vengence moves into the crowd. The executioners are terrifed and suddenly have no power to come close. Tremblingly, they throw their torches on the pyre, and quickly turn away. Thick smoke surrounds the scaffold, growing into billows. Suddenly flames appear and leap up.
Posted on: Wed, 27 Nov 2013 13:53:24 +0000
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