"...Can't bloody stand monks," muttered Sharpe, who for the life of him could remember no quotations but the lonely single line he'd memorized: God is not on the side of the big battalions, but the best of shots. "Sanctimonious pricks!" His judgement gained steam. "Damned straight, none of'em ever taught me..."

Mmhm. He was taking her words a little too literally, as though she had somehow questioned him personally on his relationship with the monastic orders.