I only know that from the throats of the soldiers there arose a deafening shout of welcome.

They at least believed in her.

They looked to her as to none else.

They would follow her unwaveringly, when no other commander could make them budge.
A yell that rent the very firmament went up at sight of her, and every man seized his arms and sprang to his post, as though inspired by the very genius of victory.
"Courage, my children, forward! The day shall be ours!" she cried, as she took her place at the head of the formidable charge against the walls which frowned and bristled with the pikes and arrows of the English.

Her voice, like a silver clarion, rang clear through the din of the furious battle which followed: "Bon coeur, bonne esperance, mes enfants, the hour of victory is at hand! De la part de Dieu! De la part de Dieu!" That was her favourite battle cry! It was God who should give the victory.
But it was no easy victory we were to win that day.