Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 294 pages of information about Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc — Volume 1.

Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 294 pages of information about Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc — Volume 1.

Like the other villagers, she had always accorded me the deference due my rank; but now, without word said on either side, she and I changed places; she gave orders, not suggestions.  I received them with the deference due a superior, and obeyed them without comment.  In the evening she said to me: 

“I leave before dawn.  No one will know it but you.  I go to speak with the governor of Vaucouleurs as commanded, who will despise me and treat me rudely, and perhaps refuse my prayer at this time.  I go first to Burey, to persuade my uncle Laxart to go with me, it not being meet that I go alone.  I may need you in Vaucouleurs; for if the governor will not receive me I will dictate a letter to him, and so must have some one by me who knows the art of how to write and spell the words.  You will go from here to-morrow in the afternoon, and remain in Vaucouleurs until I need you.”

I said I would obey, and she went her way.  You see how clear a head she had, and what a just and level judgment.  She did not order me to go with her; no, she would not subject her good name to gossiping remark.  She knew that the governor, being a noble, would grant me, another noble, audience; but no, you see, she would not have that, either.  A poor peasant-girl presenting a petition through a young nobleman—­how would that look?  She always protected her modesty from hurt; and so, for reward, she carried her good name unsmirched to the end.  I knew what I must do now, if I would have her approval:  go to Vaucouleurs, keep out of her sight, and be ready when wanted.

I went the next afternoon, and took an obscure lodging; the next day I called at the castle and paid my respects to the governor, who invited me to dine with him at noon of the following day.  He was an ideal soldier of the time; tall, brawny, gray-headed, rough, full of strange oaths acquired here and there and yonder in the wars and treasured as if they were decorations.  He had been used to the camp all his life, and to his notion war was God’s best gift to man.  He had his steel cuirass on, and wore boots that came above his knees, and was equipped with a huge sword; and when I looked at this martial figure, and heard the marvelous oaths, and guessed how little of poetry and sentiment might be looked for in this quarter, I hoped the little peasant-girl would not get the privilege of confronting this battery, but would have to content herself with the dictated letter.

I came again to the castle the next day at noon, and was conducted to the great dining-hall and seated by the side of the governor at a small table which was raised a couple of steps higher than the general table.  At the small table sat several other guests besides myself, and at the general table sat the chief officers of the garrison.  At the entrance door stood a guard of halberdiers, in morion and breastplate.

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