AT THE CASTLE OF VAUCOULEURS.
Poor Denis Laxart tumbled out of the room and the Castle of Vaucouleurs
at his wits' end; but he soon returned. He did not now come alone. He
was accompanied by Joan; his mind was troubled and he trembled at the
bare thought of again bearding the bad humor of the Sire of Baudricourt.
But so persistently had Joan begged and beseeched her uncle to take her
to the terrible captain that he had yielded. The plight of the good
man's mind may be imagined when, now accompanied by the young girl, he
again approached the leather curtain or portiere of the hall. The
captain was just conversing with John of Novelpont,[30] a knight who
lived at Vaucouleurs, and was saying to him, evidently towards the end
of a talk: "She is a crazy girl fit for a good cuffing. Don't you think
so too?"
"What of it, if advantage could be drawn from her craziness!" answered
John of Novelpont. "Imagine a man afflicted with some incurable disease
and given up by his physicians; being by them condemned to die, someone
proposes that he try _in extremis_ a philter of pretended virtue,
concocted by some crazy person. Should not our patient try that last
chance of recovery? Soldiers and the masses are credulous folks; the
announcement of celestial, supernatural help might revive the hopes of
the people and the army, raise their courage, and perchance bring
victory to them after so many defeats. Would not the consequence of a
first success, of a victory over the English, be incalculable?"
"If but one victory were won," answered Robert of Baudricourt somewhat
less determined in his first views, "our soldiers would regain courage,
and they might finally overpower the English."
"Why not consent to see the girl? You could question her yourself, and
then form an opinion."
"A visionary--a cowherd!"
"In the desperate condition that France is in, what risk is run by
resorting to empiricism? It would be sensible to hear the peasant girl.
Whether absurd or not, the prophecy of Merlin that she invokes is
popular in Gaul. I remember to have heard it told in my infancy.
Moreover, everywhere, prophecies are just now afloat in our unhappy
country. Tired of looking for deliverance from human, our people are now
expecting help from supernatural agencies. Have not the learned clerks
of the University of Paris, and even the clergy, resorted to the
clairvoyance of men versed in Holy Writ and habituated to a
contemplative life? There are conditions when one must risk
something--aye, risk everything."
"By the death of Christ! Are you there again!" cried Robert of
Baudricourt, interrupting his friend at seeing the timid face of Denis
Laxart appearing at the slit of the leather curtain. "Are you not afraid
of exhausting my patience?"
Denis made no answer, but vanished behind Joan, who pushed the curtain
aside and resolutely stepped towards the two cavaliers. Her uncle
followed her with his eyes raised to heaven, his hat in his hands, and
trembling at every limb.
Had Joan been old or homely she would undoubtedly have been instantly
driven out by Robert of Baudricourt with contumely. But he, as well as
the Sire of Novelpont, was struck with the beauty of the young girl,
with her firm yet sweet expression, with her modest and yet confident
demeanor. Seized with admiration, the two cavaliers looked at each other
in silence. The Sire of Novelpont, shrugging his shoulders, seemed to
say to his friend: "Was I wrong when I advised you to see the poor
visionary?"
Robert of Baudricourt was still uncertain as to what reception he should
bestow upon Joan, when his friend, meaning to test her, interpellated
her, saying: "Well, my child, so the King is to be driven out of France
and we are all to become English? Is it to prevent all that that you
have come here?[31] Speak up! We shall listen."
"Sir," said Joan in a sweet yet firm voice that bore the stamp of
unquestionable sincerity, "I have come to this royal city in order to
request the sire Robert of Baudricourt to have me taken to the Dauphin
of France. My words have been disregarded. Nevertheless, it is
imperative that I be with the King within eight days. If I could not
walk, I would creep thither on my knees. There is in the world no
captain, duke or prince able to save the kingdom of France without the
help that I bring with the assistance of God and His saints;"[32] Joan
emitted a sigh, and, her eyes moist with tears, added naïvely: "I would
much prefer to remain at our house and sew and spin near my poor
mother--but God has assigned a task to me--and I must perform it!"[33]
"And in what manner will you perform your task?" put in Robert of
Baudricourt, no less astonished than his friend at the mixture of
assurance, of ingenuous sweetness and of conviction that pervaded the
young girl's answer. "How will you, a plain shepherdess, go about it, in
order to vanquish and drive away the English, when Lahire, Xaintrailles,
Dunois, Gaucourt, and so many other captains have been beaten and
failed?"
"I shall boldly place myself at the head of the armed men, and, with the
help of God, we will win."
"My daughter," replied Robert of Baudricourt with a smile of
incredulity, "if God wished to drive the English out of Gaul, He could
do so by the sole power of His will; He would need neither you, Joan,
nor men-at-arms."[34]
"The men-at-arms will battle--God will give the victory,"[35] answered
Joan laconically. "Help yourself--heaven will help you."
Again the two knights looked at each other, more and more astonished at
the language and attitude of this daughter of the fields. Denis Laxart
rubbed his hands triumphantly.
"So, then, Joan," put in John of Novelpont, "you desire to go to the
King?"
"Yes, sir; to-morrow rather than the day after; rather to-day than
to-morrow. The siege of Orleans must be raised within a month.[36] God
will give us victory."
"And it is you, my pretty child, who will raise the siege of Orleans?"
"Yes, with the pleasure of God."
"Have you any idea what the siege of a town means, and in what it
consists?"
"Oh, sir! It consists of besieged and besiegers. That is very plain."
"But the besieged must attempt sallies against the enemy who are
entrenched at their gates."
"Sir, we are here four in this hall. If we were locked up in here, and
we were determined to go out or die, would we not sally forth even if
there were ten men at the door?"
"How?"
"Fighting bravely--God will do the rest![37] The besieged will sally
forth."
"At a siege, my daughter, sallies are not all there is of it. The
besiegers surround the town with numerous redoubts or bastilles,
furnished with machines for darting bolts and artillery pieces for
bombarding, and all are defended with deep moats. How will you take
possession of such formidable entrenchments?"
"I shall be the first to descend into the moats and the first to climb
the ladders, while crying to the armed men: 'Follow me! Let us bravely
enter the place! The Lord is with us!'"[38]
The two knights looked at each other amazed at Joan's answers. John of
Novelpont especially experienced a rising sensation that verged on
admiration for the beautiful girl of so naïve a valor. Denis Laxart was
thinking apart:
"My good God! Whence does Jeannette get all these things that she is
saying! She talks like a captain! Whence did she draw so much
knowledge?"
"Joan," resumed Robert of Baudricourt, "if I grant your desire of having
you taken to the King, you will have to cross stretches of territory
that are in the power of the English. It is a long journey from here to
Touraine; you would run great risks."
"The Lord God and His good saints will not forsake us. We shall avoid
the towns, and shall travel by night rather than by day. Help
yourself--and heaven will help you!"
"That is not all," persisted Robert of Baudricourt, fixing upon Joan a
penetrating look; "you are a woman; you will have to travel the only
woman in the company of the men that are to escort you; you will have to
lodge pell-mell with them wherever you may stop for rest."
Denis scratched his ears and looked at his niece with embarrassment.
Joan blushed, dropped her eyes, and answered modestly:
"Sir, I shall put on man's clothes, if you can furnish me with any; I
shall not take them off day or night;[39] moreover, would the men of my
escort be ready to cause annoyance to an honest girl who confides
herself to them?"
"Well, would you know how to ride on horseback?"
"I shall have to learn to ride. Only see to it that the horse be
gentle."
"Joan," said Robert of Baudricourt after a moment's silence, "you claim
that you are inspired by God; that you are sent by Him to raise the
siege of Orleans, vanquish the English and restore the King on his
throne? Who is to prove that you are telling the truth?"
"My acts, sir."[40]
This answer, given in a sweet and confident voice, made a lively
impression upon the officers. Robert of Baudricourt said:
"My daughter, go back with your uncle to his house--I shall shortly
notify you of my decision. I must think over your request."
"I shall wait, sire. But in the name of God, I must depart to the
Dauphin, and let it be rather to-day than to-morrow; the siege of
Orleans must be raised before a month is over."
"Why do you place so much importance upon the raising of that siege?"
"Oh, sir!" answered Joan, smiling, "I would place less importance upon
delivering the good town if the English did not place so much importance
upon taking it! The success of the war depends upon that with them; it
also depends upon that with us!"
"Well, now, Sir Captain," said the radiant Denis Laxart in a low voice
to Robert of Baudricourt, "should I cuff both the ears of the brazen and
crazy girl? You advised me to do so."
"No; although a visionary, she is a stout-hearted girl!" answered the
knight, also in a low voice. "For the rest, I shall send the curate of
Vaucouleurs to examine her, and, if need be, to exorcise her in case
there be some sorcery at the bottom of this. Go back home."
Denis and Joan left the hall; the two cavaliers remained in a brown
study.