"What do I do next?" said the Bish-op to the Priest. "I have spent my whole life wait- ing, pre-par-ing for the feast. And now you say Jer-u-sa-lem has fall-en and is lost, the King of hea-then Sar-a-cen has seized the ho-ly cross." Then the priest said "Oh my Bish-op we must put them to the sword, for God in all his mer-cy will find a just re-ward for the no-ble men and sin-ners and knights of rea-dy hand who will be the Lord's cru-sa-der, send word through all the land. Jer-u-sa-lem is lost, Jer-u-sa-lem is lo-st, Jer-us-a-lem is lost. "Tell me what to do" said the King up-on his throne, "but speak to me in whis- pers, for we are not a-lone. They tell me that Jer-u-sa-lem has fall-en to the hand of some be-dev-illed eastern hea-then who has seized the ho-ly land." Then the Cham-ber-lain said "Lord we must call up-on our foes in Spain and France and Ger-man-y to end our bit-ter wars. All chris-tian men must be as one and gath-er for the fight, you will be their lea-der, be-gin the bat-tle cry. Jer-u-sa-lem is lost, Jer-u-sa-lem is lo-st, Jer-u-sa-lem is lost. High on a hill, in the town of Jer-u-sa-lem. There stood Sal-a-din, the king of the Sar-a-cens. Whor-ing and drink-ing and snor-ing and sing-ing, a-round him his ar-my lay, se-cure in the know-ledge that he had won the day. A mes-sen-ger came, blood on his feet and a wound in his chest. "The Christ-ians are com-ing." he said. "I have seen their cross in the west." In a rage Sa-la-din struck him down with his knife, and he said "I know that this man lies. They quar-rel too much, the Christ-ians could ne-ver u-nite. I am in-vin-ci-ble. I am the King. I am in-vin-ci-ble, and I will win." Clo-ser they came, the ar-my of Rich-ard the Li-on Heart. March-ing by day and night, with sol-diers from ev-ry part. And when the Cru-sa-ders came ov-er the moun-tain and they saw Jer-u-sa-lem, they fell to their knees and prayed for her re-lease. They start-ed the bat-tle at dawn. Ta-king the ci-ty by storm. With horse-men and bow-men and en-gines of war they broke through the ci-ty walls. The Hea-thens were fly-ing and scream-ing and dy-ing and the Christ-ians swords were strong, and Sal-a-din ran when he heard their vict-'ry song. "We are in-vin-ci-ble. God is the King. We are in-vin-ci-ble and we will win." "What do I do now," said the wise man to the fool, "I have spent my whole life sea-rch-ing, to fing the gold-en rule. Though cen-tu-ries have dis-ap-peared, the mem-'ry still re-mains of those en-e-mies to-geth-er, could it be that wat a-gain." Then the fool said "Oh you wise men, you real-ly make me laugh with your talk of vast per-sua-sion and search-ing through the past. There is on-ly greed and ev-il in the men who fight to-day, the song of the cru-sa-der has long since gone a-way. Jer-u-sa-lem is lost. Jer-u-sa-lem is lo-st. Je-u-sa-lem."
