thoughts, how many tears were shed for you during these preparations!
How much pious remorse and how many pious confessions rose up out of
the minds of all of these men! Who could judge adequately how much
sensitivity was in the hearts of all these men whose hopes were
placed only in You? O Christ, with what grief did holiness and
sinfulness cry out to you. They wept, and called upon pious Christ
with their pious sighs, when, lo, all the soldiers crossed themselves;
I do not say that they were as brave as lions, but, what is more
fitting, brave as martyrs, bearing the banners against the enemy
throng.

The Arabs, Persians, and ferocious Turks soon fled; the savage people
showed their backs to the Christians. It was a rout, and the
wretched army ran in all directions; the Arabs ran like rabbits.
Prodigious was the slaughter of the fleeing army; we hardly had
enough swords to do all the killing. Swords became dull with cutting
so many limbs; they cut men down the way reapers cut wheat with
scythe. Here they cut a head, here a nose, here throat, here a pair
of ears; a belly is sliced open; everyone in their path dies. Hands
become stupefied, arms grow stiff with gore. No one resists them and
remains alive; lassitude overcomes the infidels. Their breasts
blindly receive the baneful assault.[131]

The number of enemy defeated is said to have been 460,000, not
counting the Arabs, whose number was too great to be counted.[132]
At first, indeed, crying out in despair of their lives,

they ran in fear to their tents,[133]

where they seized what they could with their hands and fled. For a