“They have taken advantage of the hint in her letter to play a trick upon her! She will err, and they will laugh at her. That is not the King that sits there.”

“Tell about the surprise at Beaulieu again—tell it three or four times!”

“I have not come to Poitiers to show signs and do miracles. Send me to Orleans and you shall have signs enough. Give me men-at-arms—few or many—and let me go!”

“I want to hear him swear.”

“Fair Sir God, I pray you to do by La Hire as he would do by you if you were La Hire and he were God.”

“She’s patting that woman on the head with her gauntlet.”

In that closing sentence she invites them to go on crusade with her to rescue the Holy Sepulcher.

I do not know how to make you realize the pain I suffered.

“He will be hanged, but it was not convenient on the march, and there was no hurry.”

“It isn’t quite fair for you to say I fell out on account of the donkey’s braying. It was emotion, just ordinary emotion.”

“Ah, you can’t be serious! We can’t take this place; let me urge you not to make the attempt; it is too desperate. Let me order the forces back.”

“Come! we will smash that wall and set those poor captives free. Here, with your ax!”

“By my baton, that is the music I love to hear! Yes, that is the right time and the beautiful words, my General—we will carry them by storm!”

“There, now, be tranquil, there is no other wound, as yet; I am writing about one which I shall get when we storm that bastille tomorrow.”

“That doesn’t fit my case, for to-day I cross but once in a boat.”

“Matters of state are not proper matters for public discussion.”

“I think there is not a doubt of it.”

“We will break them up. Then you can march.”

“It is settled, my General. The matter concerned Jargeau. There were some who thought we could not take the place.”

“Train your gun—kill me this demon.”