See, the German places his hand upon his shoulder and persuades him to sheathe his weapon.

King Monmouth glances round too, and smiles as though he were the Court buffoon with a Geneva cloak instead of the motley.

But the van is upon us.

To your companies, and mind that ye raise your swords to the salute while the colours of each troop go by.' Whilst our companion had been talking, the whole Protestant army had been streaming towards the town, and the head of the fore-guard was abreast with the gateway.

Four troops of horse led the way, badly equipped and mounted, with ropes instead of bridles, and in some cases squares of sacking in place of saddles.