THE CULMINATION
"_Along this square she moved, sweet Joan of Arc,--
With face more pallid than a day-lit star
Half-seen, half-doubted; while before her, dark
Stretched the array of war._"
MARIA LOWELL.
The next day, which was Sunday, Jeanne and her men returned to Orleans in
triumph, and were "nobly received." The streets were crowded with people
who were wild with joy at sight of the Maid, and who gave her a
tempestuous welcome. They formed processions and went to the churches,
where "they thanked God and the Virgin Mary and the Blessed Saints of
Paradise for the mercy and honor which Our Lord had shown to the King and
to them all, and saying that without the Maid such marvels could not have
been done."
To all parts of France the news of the victory of Patay was carried with
incredible quickness, and everywhere the loyal towns celebrated the event
by singing Te Deums, by processions and prayers, by bonfires and by bell
ringings. But the tidings that brought such rejoicing to the hearts of
the French, caused consternation among the partisans of Burgundy and
England. On Tuesday when Sir John Fastolf and other fugitives brought the
story of the disaster of Patay into Paris, there was a riot, and many
believed that the victorious French were coming at once to attack the
city. Had this been true the town must have fallen, for the English
troops were thoroughly demoralized. Rank and file were filled with
superstitious terror of the Armagnac Witch, and the Duke of Bedford was
at the end of his resources.
In Orleans the exultation was greatest, for Jeanne was counted their
Maid, and the people expected that their King would come to greet her
and start for his crowning from that city. Consequently the burghers
decorated the streets and prepared to give him royal welcome, but he
did not come. He was at Sully being entertained by La Tremouille,
frittering away his time in pleasure while a girl fought his battles
for him. Jeanne, therefore, after a few days of rest left Orleans to
join him and to urge his instant departure for Reims. She met him at
St. Benoit-sur-Loire on his way to Chateauneuf. Charles was exceedingly
gracious, showering her with praise.
"Wonderfully you have wrought, Jeanne," he said. "Greatly have you earned
our gratitude. What guerdon shall be yours for these amazing labors?"
"Sire, that you will start at once for Reims to be crowned is all that I
desire."
"We will go, dear Maid. We promise you, but now you must rest. Greatly
have you endeared yourself to us, and above all we desire your welfare.
Therefore, rest from these labors to please your King."
Now Jeanne had just taken three fortified towns, and had cut a great army
to pieces. In smaller towns and fortresses the citizens had risen and
driven their English garrisons out of the gates upon receipt of the news
of Patay, so the golden lilies floated over the cleared country of the
Beauce nearly to Paris. She had done all this that the Dauphin might
safely march to Reims. She had been told that if the Loire were cleared
the march would be begun, and now he wished further delay. It was too
much for the girl, who longed so ardently to complete her mission, for
she knew that her time was short, and she burst into tears.
"Jeanne, ma mie, what is it?" asked the monarch, disturbed by her
emotion.
"Ah, gentle Dauphin," she said brokenly, "you are not King until the
sacred oil shall anoint you. Doubt no longer, but come to your sacring.
The whole realm shall be yours when you are consecrated."
"We will go, beloved Maid, and that right soon. But you? Is there not
some gift or boon that you wish other than this?"
"Sire, forgive the Comte de Richemont, and receive him again at Court, I
beseech you. Great aid did he give us at Beaugency, and at Patay. For the
sake of France, Sire, grant this favor."
But Charles shook his head. At this moment Alencon and Dunois drew near
and added their pleas to Jeanne's that the Constable should be forgiven,
but the King was obdurate. So Richemont, who had helped to administer the
greatest blow to English domination that had ever been given, was
rejected once more. He had remained at Beaugency to await the result of
the embassies, and had even sent two of his own gentlemen to La
Tremouille to plead that he might be allowed to serve the King in the
state of the country. But all his overtures were refused, so he withdrew
to his own estates, and Charles lost a good soldier.
And Jeanne, to her amazement, for she had given every sign required of
her, found herself opposed by almost incredible difficulties. The King
was plainly reluctant to act, and seemed averse to taking a decided step
of any kind. From every point of view the march to Reims and the
accomplishment of the great object of her mission was the wisest and most
practicable thing to do. But there were delays and parleyings. Had the
maiden not been sustained by her Voices and her duty to her country she
would have been discouraged.
But all France was rousing, and was beginning to call upon the King in no
uncertain tones. It was said that the Maid would lead the Dauphin to his
crowning if she were allowed; that after the deeds she had wrought she
should be given the opportunity. La Tremouille recognized a dangerous
note in the general talk, and a Council of War was held in which it was
decided to risk an advance. Gien was chosen as the base for the army, and
Jeanne went to Orleans to bring up the troops and munitions that were
left in that city.
"Sound the trumpet, and mount," she said to Alencon on the twenty-fourth
of June. "It is time to go to the noble Charles and start him on his way
to be consecrated."
Which was easier said than done. There were many of the Councillors who
wished to besiege La Charite and other small towns on the upper Loire,
which would have profited nothing; still others were for a bold move into
Normandy to attack the English at Rouen, where they were strongest. But
Jeanne insisted that the Dauphin should march to Reims. Her Voices had
told her to take him there to be crowned that the people might know that
he was the true King, and to the maiden, sublime in her faith, that was
the thing to do.
It was objected that there were many cities and walled towns and
strongholds well guarded by English and Burgundians in the way, but she
answered:
"I know it well, and all that I hold as naught."
Worn out finally by the futile arguments and the wasting of so much
precious time, when all hope lay in a quick advance against the enemy
before Bedford could bring over new troops from England, Jeanne left the
Court, and went to her army which lay in the fields near Gien. There was
comfort there, for the soldiers declared that they would go wherever she
wished to lead them. There were princes of the blood among the men; great
lords, and knights, and squires of high and low degree. They had come
from all parts of loyal France bringing their companies, eager to serve,
for the "great hope of the good that should come to the country through
Jeanne, and they earnestly desired to serve under her, and to learn her
deeds, as if the matter were God's doings." There was little or no pay
for the men, but enthusiasm took the place of money. Jeanne's exploits
had made her a personage, and not only France but all Europe was rife
with curiosity concerning her, and her deeds. Many were attracted to the
army by her fame, and it was said, though not openly, for no man was
bold enough to speak against La Tremouille at this time, that if the
Favorite would permit it an army large enough to drive every Englishman
out of France could be raised.
On Monday, the twenty-seventh of June, Jeanne crossed the River Loire
with part of the army, and on Wednesday the King and his Councillors
reluctantly followed her. The march upon Reims had at last begun.
Fifty miles to the eastward of Gien was the town of Auxerre. It was under
Burgundian allegiance, and if it admitted the Dauphin, had good reason to
fear Burgundy. So its gates were closed upon the approach of the King and
his army. Jeanne and the captains wished to attack it at once, but the
town sold food to the troops and sent bribes to La Tremouille to exempt
it from assault. The bribes were accepted, though a mere military
demonstration would have opened its gates, and the army passed on, the
town giving some sort of a promise to submit if Troyes, and Chalons, and
Reims should acknowledge the King. Other smaller strongholds on the road
yielded upon being summoned, and presently Charles and his army were
before Troyes.
It was the capital of Champagne, about forty miles to the northeast of
Auxerre. The whole province was greatly excited by the advance of the
royal forces, and those who held for the English were much alarmed. The
cities were not sure of each other, and each feared to be either the last
or the first to open its gates to the King.
So, during the march toward it, Troyes sent letters to Reims saying that
it had heard that the latter would submit to the Dauphin, but that its
own citizens would do nothing of the sort, but would uphold the cause of
King Henry and the Duke of Bedford even to the death inclusive.
Now Troyes had reasons for taking this bold stand. It was the place where
the treaty which had given France to England had been signed; where the
French princess, Catherine, was married to Henry Fifth of England, and
where the Dauphin was disinherited by his mother. The burghers had
arrayed themselves with the Burgundians and the English after the treaty,
and feared now that if Charles were admitted to their city he would wreak
vengeance upon them.
Charles stopped at Saint Phal, within fifteen miles of Troyes, from which
place both he and Jeanne sent the burghers letters. The King demanded
that they should render the obedience they owed him, and he would make no
difficulty about things past for which they might fear that he should
take vengeance; that was not his will, but that they should govern
themselves toward their sovereign as they ought, and he would forget all
and hold them in good grace.
Jeanne's letter was to the people, in which she summoned them to their
allegiance in the name of the Sovereign Lord of all. They must recognize
their rightful Lord who was moving on Paris by way of Reims, with the aid
of King Jesus, she said. If they did not yield the Dauphin none the less
would enter the city.
The letters were received at Troyes on the morning of the fifth of July,
and copies were at once sent to Reims with assurances that the city
would hold out to the death, and begging the men of Reims to send at once
to Burgundy and Bedford for assistance.
The royal army meantime camped before the walls for several days, hoping
that the town would surrender. There were a few sallies which resulted in
nothing of importance. The burghers held off, expecting the same terms
would be given them that were granted Auxerre. After nearly a week the
supplies of the besiegers began to get low. The Dauphin could not
provision his troops at Troyes, and Gien, his base of supplies, was
thirty leagues away. He could not pass on to Reims and leave the town in
his rear, for so strongly garrisoned a place would be a menace, and the
state of the army was becoming seriously grave. So Charles called a
Council to consider what were best to be done, but Jeanne was not asked
to attend.
Regnault Chartres, Archbishop of Reims, was for retreating, and a number
of Councillors were against assaulting the city. One after another they
gave their opinions, some arguing that if they did not retreat it would
be best to leave the hostile fortress in their rear and press on towards
Reims. When it came the turn of Robert le Macon, the old Chancellor of
Charles VI, he said that the march had been undertaken in reliance
neither upon the number of their troops nor upon the richness of their
treasury, but because the Maid advised them that such was the will of
God. He suggested, therefore, that she be called to the Council. At this
moment Jeanne, becoming impatient over the long debate, knocked at the
door. She was at once admitted, and the Archbishop of Reims took it upon
himself to explain:
"Jeanne," said he, "the King and his Council are in great perplexity to
know what they shall do."
"Shall I be believed if I speak?" asked the maiden, who was learning from
experience that even messages from Heaven may be set aside by the will of
man.
"I can not tell," replied the King, to whom she addressed herself;
"though if you say things that are reasonable and profitable I shall
certainly believe you."
"Shall I be believed?" she asked again.
"Yes," said the King, "according as you speak."
"Noble Dauphin, order your people to assault the city of Troyes, and hold
no more of these Councils; for in God's name, before three days I will
bring you into Troyes, by favor or force, and false Burgundy shall be
greatly amazed."
"Jeanne," said the Chancellor, "we might well wait if you could do that
in six days."
"Doubt it not," spoke Jeanne, addressing the Dauphin only. "You shall be
master of the place, not in six days but to-morrow."
The Council broke up, and Jeanne began at once to make preparations for
storming the place. The whole army was set to work during the night,
nobles and men-at-arms alike, to collect any kind of material, faggots,
palings, tables, even doors and windows--anything that could be used to
shelter the men, mount the guns, and fill up the fosse. She worked hard
all night, and the unusual commotion gave notice to the townsfolk that
something out of the ordinary was being done, and they retired to the
churches to pray. In the morning they saw that arrangements had been made
to assault the place, and heard the Maid's voice order the attack to
begin. At this great fear of her came upon them, and they had no heart to
man battlement or tower. Whereupon the Bishop of the town and the
citizens threw the gates open and made submission without firing a shot,
sending a committee to Charles to treat for terms of peace. The King
received the envoys graciously, and guaranteed all the rights of Troyes,
promising that the garrison might depart with their arms and goods,
providing the town were given up to him.
Jeanne of course was obliged to acquiesce in the terms that her King
made, but she was suspicious of the good faith of the Burgundian
garrison, and so stationed herself at the gate to see them march out. She
had been up all night "laboring with a diligence that not two or three
most experienced and renowned captains could have shown,"[13] and she was
weary, but she would not retire to her tent until she knew how the
garrison complied with the conditions. Her suspicions proved to be well
founded.
After a time the English and Burgundian soldiers came marching through
the gates with their horses and armour, and their property,--property
which proved to be French prisoners. There they walked, a band of men
previously taken, each one representing so much money in ransom. The poor
fellows cast appealing, piteous glances at their victorious fellow
countrymen as they passed. Jeanne uttered an exclamation, and stopped the
march.
"In God's name," she cried, "they shall not have them."
But some of the captains explained to her that under the terms of the
capitulation the prisoners were property, and the soldiers were justified
in taking them away, though it had not occurred to the King or his
Councillors that any such thing would happen when the terms were given.
But the Maid would not hear of letting the Frenchmen be carried away.
"They shall not have them," she said again. "The thing would be
monstrous. I will see the Dauphin."
Which she did at once, and to such good purpose that the monarch was
obliged to ransom the men from their captors, paying for each one a
reasonable sum. French prisoners had been too plentiful in the wars to be
worth much.
Troyes was full of doubt, terror and ill-will toward the Maid, and Jeanne
felt it plainly when she entered the town to prepare for the reception of
the King. At Orleans, at Blois, at Tours, at Gien, at all other places
where she had been the people thronged about her with enthusiasm. Here
they regarded her as a sorceress, and sent a certain Friar Richard to
confront her. Friar Richard was a Franciscan who had created a great stir
in Paris and Champagne by preaching fervid, emotional sermons, warning
people of the coming of Anti-Christ, and urging them to forsake their
sins, and to prepare for eternity. As he drew near to the Maid, he
crossed himself devoutly, making the sign of the cross in the air, and
sprinkling holy water before him to exorcise the evil spirit in the girl.
Brother Richard was devout, but he wasn't going to run any risk. Jeanne
laughed gayly. She had become accustomed to being thought possessed.
"Come on boldly," she cried. "I shall not fly away."
Upon this the good man fell upon his knees before her, and the Maid, to
show that she was no holier than he, knelt also. They had some
conversation together, and thereafter the friar was one of her most
devoted adherents.
The day after the surrender Charles entered the city in splendor, and
went at once to the cathedral, where he received the oaths of loyalty of
the burghers. The day following the troops marched on to Chalons, but met
with no resistance. All opposition to the King's advance had collapsed,
and eagerly the towns opened their gates to him. After all, he was
French, and it was natural for Frenchmen to turn to their rightful King
and believe in him in spite of the English. And so with ever increasing
army Charles marched in triumph towards Reims.
Chalons, Troyes, and other places that had made submission wrote to Reims
immediately advising that town to do likewise as Charles was a "sweet,
gracious, pitiful and compassionate prince, of noble demeanor and high
understanding, and had shown clearly and prudently the reasons for which
he had come to them."
Reims laughed the messages to scorn, and vowed to resist to the
death. They had recalled the captain of their garrison, who was at
Chateau-Thierry, but they limited his escort to fifty horsemen, for
which reason the captain very properly declined to come, saying that he
could not attempt to hold the city with fewer than three hundred men.
So when Charles reached Sept-Saulx, a fortress within four leagues of
Reims, it sent out representatives to him to offer its full and
entire obedience, in token of which the envoys presented the King with
the keys of the city.
It was finished. The march to Reims, which has been called "The
Bloodless March," was ended. The wonderful and victorious campaign with
all its lists of towns taken had lasted but six weeks, almost every day
of which was distinguished by some victory. The King and his Councillors
had been fearful of the result, but the Maid had carried them through in
triumph. Every promise which she had made had been fulfilled. There was
nothing now between Charles, the discredited Dauphin of three months
agone, and the sacred ceremonial which drew with it every "tradition and
assurance of an ancient and lawful throne." Some time later when the
Regent wished to make the same march with young Henry of England to crown
him at Reims the Duke of Burgundy advised against the attempt, stating
that it was too difficult and perilous to imitate.
On the morning of Saturday, July sixteenth, the Archbishop, Regnault de
Chartres, who had been kept out of his city by the Burgundians, entered
it to make preparations to receive his royal master. In the afternoon the
King, with Jeanne riding by his side, his Councillors, the princes and
nobles, the captains, and a great train of soldiers, and citizens of
neighboring places entered in state. The streets were thronged with
people who cheered lustily at sight of the monarch, crying "Noel!
Noel!"[14] but who struggled and shouldered each other in the natural
curiosity to catch glimpses of the wonderful Maid with her shining armour
and fair sweet face.
The King, the Maid, and the heads of the expedition were to be lodged in
the palace of the Archbishop, which was near the great cathedral, but as
the procession made its way thither Jeanne uttered a cry of joy; for,
gazing at her half fearfully from the crowd were her father, Jacques
D'Arc, and her uncle, Durand Lassois. The King turned to her.
"What is it, ma mie?" he asked.
"My father, my dear father, is standing there among the people," she
cried, waving her hand at the two rustics. "And with him stands my uncle,
Durand Lassois: he who took me to Vaucouleurs, you remember?"
"I remember, Jeanne. We must see and speak with them both," said the
monarch graciously. "Bring them to us later."
With another wave of her hand at the two the maiden passed on. In the
evening Charles was led to a platform which had been erected before the
cathedral, and there, amid the red glare of bonfires, flaming torches,
the ringing of bells and the acclaiming shouts of the assembled people he
was shown to the multitude by the peers of France, with the traditional
proclamation:[15]
"Here is your King whom we, peers of France, crown as King and Sovereign
Lord. And if there is a soul here who has any objection to make, let him
speak and we will answer him. And to-morrow he shall be consecrated by
the grace of the Holy Spirit if you have nothing to say against it."
But the people shouted, "Noel! Noel! Noel!" in a frenzy of delight, and
so this preliminary ceremony was concluded. There was feasting in the
palace of the Archbishop that night. But Jeanne slipped away from it all
and made her way quickly to the little inn called The Zebra, in front of
the cathedral, which was kept by Alice Moreau, a widow, where she would
find her father and uncle. To her delight her brothers had come hither
also, and when Jeanne entered Jacques was standing with an arm around
each, his usually undemonstrative face beaming with gladness, for they
had been telling him of Jeanne and her exploits. He started toward her as
she came through the door, then stopped suddenly and stood gazing at her
with doubt and hesitation, but Jeanne flung herself upon him with the
abandonment of a child.
"Father!" she cried. "Dear, dear father! I did not hope for this. Oh! how
glad I am to see you."
Jacques could not utter a word for a moment, but held her close, close as
though he would never let her go. When at last he spoke it was with
choked and trembling accents.
"And do you forgive me, my little one? All the harshness and severity
that I showed you? My child, I did not know, I did not understand--"
Jeanne smiled at him through her tears.
"How could you understand, father? I did not either for a long time. But
it is over now. My mission will be ended to-morrow when the Dauphin is
crowned. And then I am going back home with you to mother. Dear mother!
how is she?"
"Well, Jeanne; but longs for you always."
"And I for her," said Jeanne, tearfully. "I shall never leave you again,
father. I shall be glad to get back."
At this Durand interposed:
"You won't be contented there, Jeanne. Just think how set you were to get
away. And now you have done everything you wanted to do. And it was I
that helped you to do it."
"Yes, Uncle Durand; and the King wishes to see you to thank you for it."
"The King?" exclaimed Lassois, almost dumbfounded by this news. "Why,
Jeanne, you don't mean that he wants to see me?"
"Yes, I do," said Jeanne, laughing. "He says that by helping me to go to
Messire Robert you have done more for the country than any other man in
France."
Durand could scarcely contain himself at this, and beamed delightedly.
Presently he said, wistfully:
"Don't you ever get afraid in battle, Jeanne? I heard that you were
wounded once. I should think that you would be so afraid that you'd run
away as soon as the guns began to shoot and the arrows to fly."
"I do not fear wounds or battle," she told him. "I fear only--treachery;"
and a shadow crossed her face.
It was a happy family party there at the little inn. There was wonder and
admiration in the regard which the simple peasants bestowed upon the
maiden, but there was love also, and the weary girl, longing for home and
rest since her mission was so nearly completed, gave herself up to its
blessed consolation. Far into the night she talked, and then she left
them; for the morrow would bring the coronation, and there was much to be
done.
It was the tradition that coronations should take place on Sunday, so
that there was little sleep in Reims that night. Everything had to be
prepared; decorations for the cathedral and town, and provisions for the
ceremonial. Many of the necessary articles were at Saint Denis, in the
hands of the English, and the treasury of the cathedral had to be
ransacked to find fitting vessels. All night the work of preparation
went on. And all night long rejoicing crowds filled the streets and the
great square before the cathedral, where the Dauphin kept vigil, as was
the custom of the Sovereign the night before his coronation.
At dawn of day the town began to fill with visitors, great personages and
small ones, to attend the rites, and to render homage. All France seemed
to pour into the place; for the people were to have their rightful king,
and French hearts were joyful. It mattered not after this who should be
crowned--Henry of England, or another--there would be but one King of
France, Charles the Seventh, he who was anointed with the sacred oil in
the city of Reims, where all kings of France had been crowned since the
time of Clovis. Charles had been crowned after a fashion at Bourges, but
in the eyes of the nation he was not King until the oil from the mystic
ampoule brought down from Heaven by a dove to Saint Remi was poured upon
his brow. Jeanne, a daughter of the people, understood this better than
the politicians who tried to thwart her design of leading Charles to his
sacring, deeming it a piece of childish folly. After the crowning, when
the increased prestige and loyalty which it brought to Charles was seen,
its significance was understood not only by the politicians but by the
Regent Bedford. It was a decided advantage which this girl of the people
gained over the English claimant by her quickness in taking the Dauphin
to be crowned.
The ceremonies were to begin at nine o'clock, Sunday morning, July the
seventeenth, and long before that hour the ancient cathedral was filled
to overflowing with nobles and men-at-arms, and dignitaries both civic
and ecclesiastic, richly and gayly attired in gorgeous stuffs: cloth of
gold, cloth of silver, brocades of crimson and azure, and silks dyed in
all the colors of the rainbow, mingled with sheen of glittering spears
and shining armour: a brilliant gathering. Charles the Dauphin waited at
the foot of the high altar, garbed in a robe of cerulean blue over which
was scattered the golden fleur-de-lis. Outside the cathedral the streets
were thronged with people in holiday attire, wearing leaden medals which
bore an effigy of Jeanne. After the coronation the King too had thirteen
gold medals struck in honour of the Maid, which bore her device, a hand
holding a sword, and the inscription, Consilio firmata Dei. (Strong in
the Counsel of God.) These and a vase of silver were among the gifts
which he bestowed on the Chapter of Reims.
Suddenly there was a blare of trumpets, and from the palace of the
Archbishop there issued a wonderful procession. Four peers of France,--the
Marechal de Boussac, Gravile, de Rais, Admiral de Culent,--armed and
accoutred, and a great company with banners floating rode through the
streets to the old Abbey of St. Remi--which had been consecrated in the
eleventh century--to bring from its shrine, where it was strictly
guarded by the monks, the Sainte Ampoule, the holy and sacred vial which
held the oil sent from Heaven for the sacring of Clovis. The noble
messengers were the hostages of this sacred charge, and kneeling they
bound themselves by an oath never to lose sight of it by day or night,
till it was restored to its appointed guardians.
This vow having been taken, the Abbot of St. Remi, in his richest robes,
appeared surrounded by his monks, carrying the treasure in his hands;
and under a splendid canopy, blazing in the sunshine with cloth of gold,
marched toward the cathedral under escort of the noble hostages. Into the
cathedral rode the cavalcade through the great west door. Their coming
was proclaimed by chimes of bells, and blare of trumpets, and chanting of
hymns until a mighty volume of sound rolled and swelled through the
vaulted domes of the ancient building. Straight up to the entrance of the
choir they rode, and there the Abbot gave over the sacred Chrism to the
Archbishop. Then began the long and imposing ceremonies of the
coronation. There were prayers, and anthems, and sermons, but at length
the king-at-arms, standing upon the steps of the altar, called upon the
twelve peers of France to come and serve their King.
There were vacant places to be supplied, both among the temporal and the
spiritual peers, but Alencon, Clermont, Vendome, Guy de Laval, La
Tremouille and Maille filled them. Among the clerical peers the
Archbishop of Reims, the Bishops of Chalons and Laon were present; the
others were supplied. In the absence of Richemont, the Constable of
France, d'Albret held the Sword of State. D'Alencon, in place of "false
Burgundy," dubbed Charles a knight; then the Archbishop raised the holy
flask and anointed the Dauphin upon the brow, upon his shoulders, within
the joints of his arms and the palms of his hands, slits being cut and
embroidered in his robe to this use. All was done according to ancient
custom, the Dauphin kneeling the while. Administering the oath the
Archbishop then took the crown and held it high above the monarch's head;
the twelve peers of the realm, closing in, held it firm; then gently it
was lowered upon the brows of the kneeling prince.
"Arise, Charles, King of France," cried the prelate in a loud voice. And,
as Charles was lifted high in the throne chair by the peers that all
might see, he cried again: "Behold your King!"
As Charles the Seventh, King of France, faced his people a mighty shout
of "Noel! Noel! Noel!" came from the assembly, while crash of chimes,
chanting voices, and music of instruments rolled through the arches,
until the vaulted heights answered again and again.
Throughout the ceremony, close to Charles upon the steps of the altar
stood Jeanne with her standard in her hand. "It had borne the burden,
it should share the glory," she said afterwards. "And a right fair
thing it was to see the goodly manners of the King and the Maid. She
who was in truth the cause of the crowning of the King and of all the
assembly."[16]
Pale with emotion Jeanne had stood watching every step of the ceremonial
with intentness. When at last it was ended she could control herself no
longer. Stepping forward she fell at the feet of the newly crowned
monarch, embracing his knees, and weeping for joy.
"Gentle King, now is the pleasure of God fulfilled--whose will it was
that I should raise the siege of Orleans, and lead you to this city of
Reims to receive your consecration. Now has He shown that you are the
true King, and that the kingdom of France belongs to you alone."
Soft, and low, and broken came the words. They pierced all hearts, and
"right great pity came upon all those who saw her, and many wept."[17]
Many wept. The girl was so young, so fair, so slight, yet what great
deeds had she not wrought? In three months she had given France a king,
and to the King, a country. In spite of obstacles that would seem
incredible were they not a part of recorded history she had accomplished
her mission. A great soul in which intense zeal was wedded to intense
purpose had wrought marvels, and changed the destiny of a nation.
Many wept, and the King too was moved. Perhaps at that moment he felt
more gratitude towards the maiden than ever before or afterward. Lifting
her, he said:
"You have brought us to our crowning, beloved Maid. Speak, and whatsoever
grace you ask it shall be granted."
Again Jeanne fell upon her knees.
"Most noble King, out of your grace I beseech you to grant that the taxes
of my village be remitted. Its people are poor, and it brings great
hardship upon them to pay."
"Is that all, Jeanne?"
"Yes, Sire."
"Then in consideration of the great, high, notable, and profitable
service which this, our beloved Jeanne the Maid, has rendered and daily
renders us in the recovery of our Kingdom, in her favour and at her
request, we therefore decree that Domremy, the native village of Jeanne
D'Arc, Deliverer of France, be forever exempt from taxation."
Again the people shouted fervently. They recognized the justice of the
grant, and wondered only that she asked so little.
"Noel! Noel! Noel!"[18]
For centuries the privilege lasted, and against the names of Domremy and
Greux, its adjoining village, in the tax gatherer's book was written:
"Domremy ... Rien-La Pucelle," "Nothing--For the sake of the Maid."
She had gained a kingdom, yet all she asked in return was that the taxes
of her poor oppressed village might be remitted. She wished for nothing
for herself. Not the least of the girl's great qualities was her
unselfishness.
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[13] Dunois.
[14] Noel--an exclamation of joyful acclamation.
[15] M. Blaze de Bury.
[16] Journal du Siege.
[17] Journal du Siege.
[18] "Noel"--a word of acclaim--"hurrah!"