His lord said unto him, Well done, thou good and faithful servant: thou hast been faithful over a few things, I will make thee ruler over many things: enter thou into the joy of thy lord. Matthew 25:21
"At six o’clock the next morning Hus was brought to
the cathedral. While mass was sung he was kept waiting outside the
door; this over, he was placed in the middle of the aisle on an elevated
dais.
Around him were placed the various robes needful for celebrating
mass. But before taking his stand on this theater of degradation Hus
knelt down and prayed. The whole Council was there, with Sigismund, in
his robes and diadem, on the throne. 
In the sight of all Hus stood alone
while the Bishop of Lodi, the customary orator on big occasions,
preached ‘a short, compendious, and laudable’ sermon on the danger of
heresy and the duty of destroying it. The events of that day, said the
preacher, would win for Sigismund immortal glory. ‘O King, a glorious
triumph is awaiting you; to thee is due the everlasting crown and a
victory to be sung through all time, for thou hast bound up the bleeding
Church, removed a persistent schism, and uprooted the heretics. Do you
not see how lasting will be your fame and glory? For what can be more
acceptable to God than to uproot a schism and destroy the errors among
the flock.’
ordered him to be silenced. ‘You shall answer all
together later.’ ‘How can I possibly answer all together,’ retorted Hus,
‘since I cannot keep them all together in my mind.’ ‘Be silent,’ said
Zabarella, ‘we have heard you quite enough.’ ‘I beseech you for God’s
sake hear me,’ cried Hus, with clasped hands, ‘lest the bystanders
believe that I ever held such errors; afterwards do with me as you
list.’ We need not wonder at his indignation when we remember that one
of the articles read out against him was that he had said that he was
the fourth member in the Trinity.
Then the representatives of the nations read aloud the record of the trial and the sentence of the Council. When Hus attempted to reply and point out certain omitted limitations in his theses, D’Ailli
When the reading of the issue of falsehood was completed and the sentence pronounced, Hus knelt once more in prayer: ‘Lord Jesus, pardon all my enemies for Thy great mercy’s sake, I beseech Thee, for Thou knowest that they have falsely accused me. Pardon them for Thy great mercy’s sake.’ But the bishops who stood near frowned and laughed.
After this he was clad by seven bishops in the
full vestments of a celebrant.
Once more the bishops urged him to
recant. But Hus turned to the people and cried out: ‘These bishops here
urge me to recant. I fear to do this lest I be a liar in the sight of
God, and offend against my conscience and God’s truth.’ So he stepped
down from the table, and the bishops began the ceremony of degradation;
one by one his vestments were stripped off him.
A dispute arose over his
tonsure; should it be cut with scissors or a razor? ‘See,’ said Hus,
turning to Sigismund, ‘these bishops cannot even agree in their
blasphemy.’
A paper crown a yard high, with three demons painted on it
‘clawing his soul with their nails,’ and the words “Heresiarch,” was
then fastened on his head. ‘The crown which my Redeemer wore,’ said Hus,
‘was heavier and more painful than this.’ 
‘We commit thy soul to the
devil,’ sang the priests, as they handed him over to the secular arm.
By a strange oversight the Council forgot to add
the crowning farce of these inquisition courts, the solemn adjuration to
the secular arm to shed no blood. ‘Go, take him,’ said Sigismund,
turning to Lewis, Count Palatine, the sword-bearer of the empire, who
stood at Sigismund’s elbow, holding the golden orb and its cross in his hand. The count
handed him over to the magistrates, who stripped him of his gown and
hose, and led him out to die, escorted by a thousand armed men.
As he passed through the churchyard of the
Cathedral, Hus saw a 
bonfire of his books. He laughed, and told the
bystanders not to believe the lies circulated about him. The whole city
was in the streets as Hus passed through their midst. But when the
procession reached the gates the crowd found that they were forbidden to
pass; there were fears lest the drawbridge should break down with their
weight. On arriving about noon at the execution ground, familiarly
known as “the Devil’s Place,” Hus kneeled and prayed....The paper crown fell off, and he smiled. ‘Put it on again
wrong way up,’ cried the mob, ‘that he may be burnt with the devils he
has served.’
His hands were tied behind his back, and Hus fastened to
the stake which had been driven into the ground over the spot where a
dead mule belonging to one of the cardinals had been recently buried.
‘Turn him round towards the West,’ cried the crowd, ‘he is a heretic; he
must not face the East.’ This done, a sooty pot-hook chain was wound
round his neck, and two faggots placed under his feet.
Burgher
Reichental—the author of the famous illustrated Diary—offered to
call a priest. ‘There is no need,’ replied Hus, ‘I have no mortal sin.’
But a priest ‘who was riding about in a vest of very red silk,’ was less
merciful. ‘No confessor must be given him,’ he cried, ‘for he is a
heretic.’ For the last time Lewis, Count Palatine, and the Marshal of
the Empire, asked him if he would recant and save his life. Said Hus, 
‘in a loud voice,’ ‘God is my witness that the evidence given against me
is false. I have never thought nor preached save with the one intention
of winning men, if possible, from their sins. In the truth of the
gospel I have written, taught, and preached to-day I will gladly die.’
So they heaped the straw and wood around him, and poured pitch upon it.
When the flames were lighted, he sang twice, with a loud voice,
“Christ, Thou Son of the Living God, have mercy upon me.” When he began
the third clause, “Who was conceived of the Virgin Mary,” the wind blew
the flames in his face. So, as he was praying, moving his lips and head,
he died in the Lord.
The beadles piled up the fuel, ‘two or three
cart-loads,’ ‘stirred the bones with sticks, split up the skull, and
flung it back into the flames, together with his coat and shoes,’ which
the Count Palatine bought from the executioner, for three times the
usual fee ‘lest the Bohemians should keep them as relics.’ When the
heart was found they ran a sharp stake through it and set it ablaze. As
soon as all was over the ashes were heaped into a barrow, and tilted
into the Rhine." OLL