Then indeed, you will no longer
be Mahometans; you will rank with all the gars of Brittany under the
flag of God. You can take from the pockets of the Blues the money they
have stolen from you; for, if the fields have to go uncultivated while
you are making war, God and the king will deliver to you the spoils of
your enemies. Shall it be said, Christians, that the gars of Marignay
are behind the gars of the Morbihan, the gars of Saint-Georges, of
Vitre, or Antrain, who are all faithful to God and the king? Will you
let them get all the spoils? Will you stand like heretics, with your
arms folded, when other Bretons are saving their souls and saving
their king? 'Forsake all, and follow me,' says the Gospel. Have we not
forsaken our tithes, we priests? And you, I say to you, forsake all
for this holy war! You shall be like the Maccabees. All will be
forgiven you. You will find the priests and curates in your midst, and
you will conquer! Pay attention to these words, Christians," he said,
as he ended; "for this day only have we the power to bless your guns.
Those who do not take advantage of the Saint's favor will not find her
merciful; she will not forgive them or listen to them as she did in
the last war."
This appeal, enforced by the power of a loud voice and by many
gestures, the vehemence of which bathed the orator in perspiration,
produced, apparently, very little effect.
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