And then the stirring call:—
"With right and with might
With skill and with will;
Let might help right,
And skill go before will
And right before might
So goeth our mill aright."
The face of Annys was transfigured with joy, for well he knew the song to be one that passed from lip to lip among the followers of John Ball. It was the call of the People, the defiant song of the down-trodden, law-ridden, priest-ridden People.
"A sign! a sign!" he cried exultantly, and rushed out into the Square.