ssignment; that is to say, he was not
under orders to occupy any particular place, therefore he chose his place
for himself, and went ahead of Joan and made a road for her. It was
horrible to see the iron helmets fly into fragments under his dreadful
ax. He called it cracking nuts, and it looked like that. He made a good
road, and paved it well with flesh and iron. Joan and the rest of us
followed it so briskly that we outspeeded our forces and had the English
behind us as well as before. The knights commanded us to face outward
around Joan, which we did, and then there was work done that was fine to
see. One was obliged to respect the Paladin, now. Being right under
Joan's exalting and transforming eye, he forgot his native prudence, he
forgot his diffidence in the presence of danger, he forgot what fear was,
and he never laid about him in his imaginary battles in a more tremendous
way that he did in this real one; and wherever he struck there was an
enemy the less.

We were in that close place only a few minutes; then our forces to the
rear broke through with a great shout and joined us, and then the English
fought a retreating fight, but in a fine and gallant way, and we drove
them to their fortress foot by foot, they facing us all the time, and
their reserves on the walls raining showers of arrows, cross-bow bolts,
and stone cannon-balls upon us.

The bulk of the enemy got safely within the works and left us outside
with piles of French and English dead and wounded for company--a
sickening sight, an awful sight to us youngsters, for our little ambush
fights in February had been in the night, and the blood and the
mutilations and the dead faces were mercifully dim, whereas we saw these
things now for the first time in all their naked ghastliness.

Now arrived Dunois from the city, and plunged through the battle on his
foam-flecked horse and galloped up to Joan, saluting, and uttering
handsome compliments as he came. He waved his hand toward the distant
walls of the city, where a multitude of flags were flaunting gaily in the
wind, and said the populace were up there observing her fortunate
performance and rejoicing over it, and added that she and the forces
would have a great reception now.

"Now? Hardly now, Bastard. Not yet!"

"Why not yet? Is there more to be done?"

"More, Bastard? We have but begun! We will take this fortress."

"Ah, you can't be serious! We can't take this place; let me urge you not
to