“Lord have mercy on that brave soul!” she whispered, “but why did he not heed the warning?”

Well, the fighting round Jargeau was fierce and long; but the Maid with her standard held stubbornly to the place beside the wall which she had taken up, and at sight of her, and at the sound of her clear, silvery voice, encouraging and commanding, the men came ever on and on, regardless of peril, till the scaling ladders were set, and through the breaches torn in the walls by the guns, our soldiers swarmed over into the town, shouting with the shout of those with whom is the victory.

Again the Maid triumphed.  Again the hearts of the English melted within them at the sight of the White Witch, as they would tauntingly call her, even whilst they cowered and fled before her.  The French were swarming into the city; the great gates were flung open with acclamations of triumph; and the Maid marched in to take possession, her white banner floating proudly before her, her eyes alight, her cheeks flushed.

One of the young gentlemen not long since added to her household, Guillame Regnault by name, from Auvergne, a very knightly youth, a favourite with us all, came striding up to the Maid, and saluting with deep reverence, begged speech with her.  She was never too much occupied to receive those who came to her, and instantly he had her ear.

“My General,” he said, “the Duke of Suffolk is close at hand.  We pressed him hard, and it seemed as though he would die sword in hand, ere he would yield.  But I did beg of him in his own tongues with which I am acquainted, not to throw away his noble life; whereupon he did look hard at me, pausing the while in thrust and parry, as all others did pause, for us to parley; and he said that he would give up his sword to the maid of Orleans, and to none other.  Wherefore I did tell him that I would run and fetch her to receive his submission, or take him to her myself.  But then his mind did change, and he said to me, ‘Are you noble?’ So I told him that my family was noble, but that I had not yet won my knighthood’s spurs.  Then forthwith did he uplift his sword, and I read his meaning in his eyes.  I bent my knee, and there and then he dubbed me knight, and afterwards would have tendered me his sword, but I said, ’Not so, gentle Duke, but I hear by the sound of the silver trumpet that the Maid, our General, is close at hand.  Suffer me to tell her of what has passed, and I trow that she will herself receive your sword at her hands.’”

“You did well, Sir Guillame,” spoke the Maid, using the new title for the first time, whereat the youth’s face kindled and glowed with pleasure.  “Bring the Duke at once to me here.  I will receive his surrender in person.”