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| 404eca4 | Father Hobbe, his cassock skirts hitched up to his waist, was fighting with a quarterstaff, ramming the pole into French faces. 'In the name of the Father,' he shouted, and a Frenchman reeled back with a pulped eye, 'and of the Son,' Father Hobbe snarled as he broke a man's nose, 'and of the Holy Ghost! | quarterstaff father-hobbe priest fighting french | Bernard Cornwell | |
| 8fde075 | Where's your bowstrings?' Thomas asked, for the priest had neither helmet nor cap. 'I looped them round my...well, never mind. It has to be good for something other than pissing, eh? And it's dry down there.' Father Hobbe seemed indecently cheerful. | bowstrings father-hobbe thomas-of-hookton | Bernard Cornwell |