his shoulders, he appealed once more to Christ.

"My Lord Jesus Christ," he said, "was mocked in a white robe, when
led from Herod to Pilate."

There on the scaffold he stood, with his long white robe upon him
and the Communion Cup in his hand; and there, in immortal burning
words, he refused to recant a single word that he had written.

"Behold," he cried, "these Bishops demand that I recant and abjure.
I dare not do it. If I did, I should be false to God, and sin
against my conscience and Divine truth."

The Bishops were furious. They swarmed around him. They snatched
the Cup from his hand.

"Thou cursed Judas!" they roared. "Thou hast forsaken the council of
peace. Thou hast become one of the Jews. We take from thee this Cup
of Salvation."

"But I trust," replied Hus, "in God Almighty, and shall drink this
Cup this day in His Kingdom."

The ceremony of degradation now took place. As soon as his robes
had been taken from him, the Bishops began a hot discussion about
the proper way of cutting his hair. Some clamoured for a razor,
others were all for scissors.

"See," said Hus to the King, "these Bishops cannot agree in their
blasphemy."