She called upon them to reform, to follow her.

She cried that her Lord would give them the victory, and almost before we who had accompanied her had formed into rank for the charge, the flying, panic-stricken men from the front, ashamed and filled with fresh ardour, had turned themselves about, closed up their scattered ranks, and were ready to follow her whithersoever she might lead them.
Yet it was to no speedy victory she urged them.

No angel with a flaming sword came forth to fight and overcome as by a miracle.

But it was enough for that white-clad figure to stand revealed in the thickest of the carnage to animate the men to heroic effort.

As I say, it was the story of St.Loup over again; but if anything the fighting was more severe.