[A Heroine of France by Evelyn Everett-Green]@TWC D-Link bookA Heroine of France CHAPTER I 6/16
We surmised that she would shrink into the very ground for shame.
One gentleman declared that it was cruel to ask her to face so many strangers of condition so much more exalted than her own; but De Baudricourt cried out, 'Why man, the wench is clamouring to be taken to the King at his Court! If she cannot face a score of simple country nobles here, how can she present herself at Chinon? Let her learn her place by a sharp lesson here; so may she understand that she had best return to her distaff and spindle and leave the crowning of Kings to other hands!' And it was in the midst of the roar of laughter which greeted this speech that the door opened slowly--and we saw the maid of whom we had been talking." "And she doubtless heard your mirth," spoke I, and he bent his head in assent. "I trow she did," he answered, "but think you that the ribald jests of mortal men can touch one of the angels of God? She stood for a moment framed in the doorway, and I tell you I lie not when I declare that it seemed to all present as though a halo of pure white light encircled her.
Where the light came from I know not; but many there were, like myself, who noted it.
The far end of the hall was dim and dark; but yet we saw her clear as she moved forward.
Upon her face was a shining such as I have seen upon none other.
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