But the Maid looked at him with her grave eyes full of earnest pleading and searching questioning.

“Gentle Dauphin, I beseech you speak not thus, nor reason after such carnal fashion.  Think of what your Lord and my Lord has done for you!  Think of what hath been accomplished by Him since first it was given to me to look upon your face.  Think what He hath decreed and what He hath already wrought for the furtherance of His purpose towards your Majesty and this realm!  And shall His will be set aside?  Shall we, His children, hang back and thwart Him, just in the hour when He has put the victory in our hands?  Ah, sweet Dauphin, that would be shame, indeed!  That would be pain and grief to Him.  Cast away all such unworthy thought!  Press on to the goal, now in sight!  When you stand, crowned and anointed, King of France, you shall know the power wherewith you have been upheld, and lifted from the very mire of humiliation and disgrace!”

And at these words the Duc d’Alencon, who was by this an ardent believer in the Maid, and devotedly attached to her service, prostrated himself before the King, and cried: 

“Sire, this Maid speaks words of wisdom.  I pray your Majesty to give full heed to what she says.  Had you watched her as I have done, had you marched with her and seen her in battle as well as in scenes of peace, you would know well that the power of God is with her.  Fear not to do her bidding!  Go forth as she bids.  Let us hail you King of your fair realm, and then let the Maid lead us on to other and greater victories!”

We all joined our entreaties to that of the Duke.  We marvelled how the King could be so blind.  But whilst others spoke and urged him, whilst we saw the light kindle in the monarch’s eyes, and knew that her words had prevailed with him, she stood apart as one who dreams; and over her face there stole a strange, pale shadow, unlike anything I had seen there before.  She saw nothing of the scene about her; heard no word of what passed.  I think she did not even know what was meant by the great shout which suddenly went up when the King arose and declared, once and for all, that his mind was made up, that he would march with the Maid to Rheims; that he would not be daunted by the fact that in Troyes and in Chalons English garrisons yet remained, which might give him trouble in passing.  What the Maid had done before she could do again.  All that hitherto she had promised had been fulfilled; the fear of her had fallen upon the English, and the terror of the English no longer weighed upon the spirits of the French.  He would go, come what might.  He would trust in the power of the Maid to finish that which she had begun.

The shouts and plaudits of the courtiers within the castle, and of the soldiers without, when this thing was known, was evidence enough of the confidence and enthusiasm which the exploits of the Maid had awakened.  Not a soldier who had followed her heretofore but would follow her now, wherever she should lead them.  Surely her heart must have swelled with joy and pride as she heard the clamour of frantic applause ringing through the place.