defenders were put to the sword before Talbot and the main body of the besiegers could come up to their assistance.  Joan showed sorrow that so many people should have died unconfessed; and she herself was the means of saving some who had disguised themselves as priests in gowns which they had taken from the church of St. Loup.  Great was the joy in Orleans, and the enthusiasm for Joan was more lively than ever.  “Her voices had warned her,” they said, “and apprised her that there was a battle; and then she had found by herself alone and without any guide the way to the Burgundy gate.”  Men-at-arms and burgesses all demanded that the attack upon the English hastilles should be resumed; but the next day, the 5th of May, was Ascension-day.  Joan advocated lions repose on this holy festival, and the general feeling was in accord with her own.  She recommended her comrades to fulfil their religious duties, and she herself received the communion.  The chiefs of the besieged resolved to begin on the morrow a combined attack upon the English bastilles which surrounded the palace; but Joan was not in their counsels.  “Tell me what you have resolved,” she said to them; “I can keep this and greater secrets.”  Dunois made her acquainted with the plan adopted, of which she fully approved; and on the morrow, the 6th of May, a fierce struggle began again all round Orleans.  For two days the bastilles erected by the besiegers against the place were repeatedly attacked by the besieged.  On the first day Joan was slightly wounded in the foot.  Some disagreement arose between her and Sire de Gaucourt, governor of Orleans, as to continuing the struggle; and John Boucher, her host, tried to keep her back the second day.  “Stay and dine with us,” said he, “to eat that shad which has just been brought.”  “Keep it for supper,” said Joan; “I will come back this evening and bring you some goddamns (Englishman) or other to eat his share;” and she sallied forth, eager to return to the assault.  On arriving at the Burgundy gate she found it closed; the governor would not allow any sortie thereby to attack on that side.  “Ah! naughty man,” said Joan, “you are wrong; whether you will or no, our men-at-arms shall go and win on this day as they have already won.”  The gate was forced; and men-at-arms and burgesses rushed out from all quarters to attack the bastille of Tournelles, the strongest of the English works.  It was ten o’clock in the morning; the passive and active powers of both parties were concentrated on this point; and for a moment the French appeared weary and downcast.  Joan took a scaling-ladder, set it against the rampart, and was the first to mount.  There came an arrow and struck her between neck and shoulder, and she fell.  Sire de Gamaches, who had but lately displayed so much temper towards her, found her where she lay.  “Take my horse,” said he, “and bear no malice:  I was wrong; I had formed a false idea of you.”  “Yes,” said Joan, “and bear no malice:  I never saw a more accomplished knight.”  She was taken away and had her armor removed.  The arrow, it is said, stood out almost half-a-foot behind.  There was an instant of faintness and tears; but she prayed and felt her strength renewed, and pulled out the arrow with her own hand.