head like a shuttlecock. All the
materials of his dress were rich, and all the colors brilliant. In his
lap he cuddled a miniature greyhound that snarled, lifting its lip and
showing its white teeth whenever any slight movement disturbed it. The
King's dandies were dressed in about the same fashion as himself, and
when I remembered that Joan had called the war-council of Orleans
"disguised ladies' maids," it reminded me of people who squander all
their money on a trifle and then haven't anything to invest when they
come across a better chance; that name ought to have been saved for these
creatures.

Joan fell on her knees before the majesty of France, and the other
frivolous animal in his lap--a sight which it pained me to see. What had
that man done for his country or for anybody in it, that she or any other
person should kneel to him? But she--she had just done the only great
deed that had been done for France in fifty years, and had consecrated it
with the libation of her blood. The positions should have been reversed.

However, to be fair, one must grant that Charles acquitted himself very
well for the most part, on that occasion--very much better than he was in
the habit of doing. He passed his pup to a courtier, and took off his cap
to Joan as if she had been a queen. Then he stepped from his throne and
raised her, and showed quite a spirited and manly joy and gratitude in
welcoming her and thanking her for her extraordinary achievement in his
service. My prejudices are of a later date than that. If he had continued
as he was at that moment, I should not have acquired them.

He acted handsomely. He said:

"You shall not kneel to me, my matchless General; you have wrought
royally, and royal courtesies are your due." Noticing that she was pale,
he said, "But you must not stand; you have lost blood for France, and
your wound is yet green--come." He led her to a seat and sat down by her.
"Now, then, speak out frankly, as to one who owes you much and freely
confesses it before all this courtly assemblage. What shall be your
reward? Name it."

I was ashamed of him. And yet that was not fair, for how could he be
expected to know this marvelous child in these few weeks, when we who
thought we had known her all her life were daily seeing the clouds
uncover some new altitudes of her character whose existence was not
suspected by us before? But we are all that way: when we know a thing we
have only scorn for other peopl