The cannon from the walls belched forth smoke and flame, and great stone and iron balls came hurtling down into our midst, dealing death and destruction.

The English soldiers with their characteristic daring sallied forth sword in hand to beat us back and yet we pressed on and ever on; driven backwards here and there by stress of fighting; but never giving great way, and always rallied by the sight of that gleaming white armour, and by the clear, sweet voice ringing out through all the tumult of arms.
"Courage, my children, courage.

The fight is fierce; but my Lord gives you the victory.

A little more courage, a little more patience, and the day is ours!" She stood unscathed amid the hail of stones and arrows.

Her clear glance never quailed; her sweet voice never faltered; she had thought for everyone but herself.