No association with men, no military dignity of command, which she could so well assume, ever tarnished the lustre of her sweet humility.

A gentle maiden, full of tenderness and compassion, she showed herself now.

Instead of resting after the sore strife of the battle, which had exhausted even strong men, nothing would serve her but that she must herself dress the wounds of these English prisoners; and so deft was her touch, and so soft and tender her methods with them, that not a groan passed the lips of any of them; they only watched her with wondering eyes of gratitude; and when she had left the room they looked at each other and asked: "Who is it?
Is it boy, or angel, or what?
The voice is as the voice of a woman, and the touch is as soft; but the dress is the dress of a man.

Who can it be ?" I understood them, for I knew something of the English tongue, and I saw that they were in great amazement; for all who had seen the Maid bore her image stamped upon their hearts; and yet it was impossible for these prisoners of war to believe that the triumphant, angelic Commander of the Forces could stoop to tend the hurts of wounded prisoners with her own hands.
"Gentlemen," I said, "that is the Angelic Maid herself--she who has been sent of Heaven for the deliverance of France.

I trow that you soldiers and knights of England have called her witch, and threatened to burn her if you can lay hands upon her.