Here a thousand caps flew in the air, and the multitude burst into a hurricane of cheers that raged and raged till it seemed as if it would never come to an end; but at last it did; then the herald went on and finished: 

—­“and hath appointed to be her lieutenant and chief of staff a prince of his royal house, his grace the Duke of Alencon!”

That was the end, and the hurricane began again, and was split up into innumerable strips by the blowers of it and wafted through all the lanes and streets of the town.

General of the Armies of France, with a prince of the blood for subordinate!  Yesterday she was nothing—­to-day she was this.  Yesterday she was not even a sergeant, not even a corporal, not even a private—­to-day, with one step, she was at the top.  Yesterday she was less than nobody to the newest recruit—­to-day her command was law to La Hire, Saintrailles, the Bastard of Orleans, and all those others, veterans of old renown, illustrious masters of the trade of war.  These were the thoughts I was thinking; I was trying to realize this strange and wonderful thing that had happened, you see.

My mind went travelling back, and presently lighted upon a picture—­a picture which was still so new and fresh in my memory that it seemed a matter of only yesterday—­and indeed its date was no further back than the first days of January.  This is what it was.  A peasant-girl in a far-off village, her seventeenth year not yet quite completed, and herself and her village as unknown as if they had been on the other side of the globe.  She had picked up a friendless wanderer somewhere and brought it home—­a small gray kitten in a forlorn and starving condition—­and had fed it and comforted it and got its confidence and made it believe in her, and now it was curled up in her lap asleep, and she was knitting a coarse stocking and thinking—­dreaming—­about what, one may never know.  And now—­the kitten had hardly had time to become a cat, and yet already the girl is General of the Armies of France, with a prince of the blood to give orders to, and out of her village obscurity her name has climbed up like the sun and is visible from all corners of the land!  It made me dizzy to think of these things, they were so out of the common order, and seemed so impossible.

Chapter 10 The Maid’s Sword and Banner

Joan’s first official act was to dictate a letter to the English commanders at Orleans, summoning them to deliver up all strongholds in their possession and depart out of France.  She must have been thinking it all out before and arranging it in her mind, it flowed from her lips so smoothly, and framed itself into such vivacious and forcible language.  Still, it might not have been so; she always had a quick mind and a capable tongue, and her faculties were constantly developing in these latter weeks.  This letter was to be forwarded presently from Blois.  Men, provisions, and money were offering in plenty now, and Joan appointed Blois as a recruiting-station and depot of supplies, and ordered up La Hire from the front to take charge.