'No one will come out of this!'
'Silence, Polish dogs!' sounded the officer's voice.
'I should just like you to be standing in my shoes!'
'Where is that fellow?'
Suddenly a voice began to repeat:
'Beneath Thy Shadow....'
Bartek instantly took it up:
'We flee, O holy Son of God!'
And soon on that field of carnage a chorus of Polish voices was calling to the Defender of their nation:
'Of Thy favour regard our prayers.'