but still
insisting that the fight go on. Which it did, but not to much purpose,
for it was only under her eye that men were heroes and not afraid. They
were like the Paladin; I think he was afraid of his shadow--I mean in the
afternoon, when it was very big and long; but when he was under Joan's
eye and the inspiration of her great spirit, what was he afraid of?
Nothing in this world--and that is just the truth.

Toward night Dunois gave it up. Joan heard the bugles.

"What!" she cried. "Sounding the retreat!"

Her wound was forgotten in a moment. She countermanded the order, and
sent another, to the officer in command of a battery, to stand ready to
fire five shots in quick succession. This was a signal to the force on
the Orleans side of the river under La Hire, who was not, as some of the
histories say, with us. It was to be given whenever Joan should feel sure
the boulevard was about to fall into her hands--then that force must make
a counter-attack on the Tourelles by way of the bridge.

Joan mounted her horse now, with her staff about her, and when our people
saw us coming they raised a great shout, and were at once eager for
another assault on the boulevard. Joan rode straight to the fosse where
she had received her wound, and standing there in the rain of bolts and
arrows, she ordered the Paladin to let her long standard blow free, and
to note when its fringes should touch the fortress. Presently he said:

"It touches."

"Now, then," said Joan to the waiting battalions, "the place is
yours--enter in! Bugles, sound the assault! Now, then--all together--go!"

And go it was. You never saw anything like it. We swarmed up the ladders
and over the battlements like a wave--and the place was our property.
Why, one might live a thousand years and never see so gorgeous a thing as
that again. There, hand to hand, we fought like wild beasts, for there
was no give-up to those English--there was no way to convince one of
those people but to kill him, and even then he doubted. At least so it
was thought, in those days, and maintained by many.

We were busy and never heard the five cannon-shots fired, but they were
fired a moment after Joan had ordered the assault; and so, while we were
hammering and being hammered in the smaller fortress, the reserve on the
Orleans side poured across the bridge and attacked the Tourelles from
that side. A fire-boat was brought down and moored under the drawbridge
which connected the