At the last he raised the sword that hung by his side, and the Book that lay before him, and said: "And what matter which it is we wield--this steel that strikes for God, or this Book which speaks of Him?
For the Book is the sword of the Spirit, and the sword is the life of humanity; for all faith must be fought for, and all that is has been won by strife.

But the paths wherein ye go to battle must be the old paths; your sword shall be your staff by day, and the Book your lantern by night.

That which ye love ye shall teach, and that which ye teach ye shall defend; and if your love be a true love your teaching shall be a great teaching, and your sword a strong sword which none may withstand.

It shall be the pride of sovereign and of people; and so neither 'height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God.'" Ere he had ended, some of the ladies were overcome, the eyes of the Duke's Daughter were full of tears, and Elizabeth said audibly, when he ceased speaking: "On my soul, I have no bishop with a tongue like his.
Would that my Lord of Ely were here to learn how truth should be spoke.
Henceforth my bishops shall first be Camisards." Of that hour's joyful business the Queen wrote thus to the Medici before the day was done: Cancelling all other letters on the matter, this M.de la Foret shall stay in my kingdom.

I may not be the headsman of one of my faith--as eloquent a preacher as he was a brave soldier.