The next day Joan wanted to go against the enemy again, but it was the feast of the Ascension, and the holy council of bandit generals were too pious to be willing to profane it with bloodshed.  But privately they profaned it with plottings, a sort of industry just in their line.  They decided to do the only thing proper to do now in the new circumstances of the case—­feign an attack on the most important bastille on the Orleans side, and then, if the English weakened the far more important fortresses on the other side of the river to come to its help, cross in force and capture those works.  This would give them the bridge and free communication with the Sologne, which was French territory.  They decided to keep this latter part of the program secret from Joan.

Joan intruded and took them by surprise.  She asked them what they were about and what they had resolved upon.  They said they had resolved to attack the most important of the English bastilles on the Orleans side next morning—­and there the spokesman stopped.  Joan said: 

“Well, go on.”

“There is nothing more.  That is all.”

“Am I to believe this?  That is to say, am I to believe that you have lost your wits?” She turned to Dunois, and said, “Bastard, you have sense, answer me this:  if this attack is made and the bastille taken, how much better off would we be than we are now?”

The Bastard hesitated, and then began some rambling talk not quite germane to the question.  Joan interrupted him and said: 

“That will not do, good Bastard, you have answered.  Since the Bastard is not able to mention any advantage to be gained by taking that bastille and stopping there, it is not likely that any of you could better the matter.  You waste much time here in inventing plans that lead to nothing, and making delays that are a damage.  Are you concealing something from me?  Bastard, this council has a general plan, I take it; without going into details, what is it?”

“It is the same it was in the beginning, seven months ago—­to get provisions for a long siege, then sit down and tire the English out.”

“In the name of God!  As if seven months was not enough, you want to provide for a year of it.  Now ye shall drop these pusillanimous dreams—­the English shall go in three days!”

Several exclaimed: 

“Ah, General, General, be prudent!”

“Be prudent and starve?  Do ye call that war?  I tell you this, if you do not already know it:  The new circumstances have changed the face of matters.  The true point of attack has shifted; it is on the other side of the river now.  One must take the fortifications that command the bridge.  The English know that if we are not fools and cowards we will try to do that.  They are grateful for your piety in wasting this day.  They will reinforce the bridge forts from this side to-night, knowing what ought to happen to-morrow.  You have but lost a day and made our task harder, for we will cross and take the bridge forts.  Bastard, tell me the truth—­does not this council know that there is no other course for us than the one I am speaking of?”