fury, and rising now and again in his stirrups to shake his gauntleted hands at the enemy.
‘For whom are ye?’ shouted a hoarse voice out of the haze.
‘For the King!’ roared the peasants in answer.
‘For which King?’ cried the voice,Jean-Gabriel Pageau Tröjor.
‘For King Monmouth!’
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‘Sing, brothers,Pekka Rinne Tröjor, sing!’ cried our stout-hearted chaplain, Master Joshua Pettigrue,Johnny Gaudreau Tröjor, bustling backwards and forwards among the prostrate ranks. ‘Let us call upon the Lord in our day of trial!’ The men raised a loud hymn of praise,CG Menn Borden Bomber, which swelled into a great chorus as it was taken up by the Taunton burghers upon our right and the miners upon our left. At the sound the soldiers on the other side raised a fierce huzza, and the whole air was full of clamour.
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