Thankful joy was indeed in her heart, but her tender woman's pity was so stirred by sights of suffering and death that for the moment she could think of nothing else.
Thus the daylight faded, and we began to think of return.

How shall I describe the sight which greeted our eyes in the gathering dusk, as we looked towards the city?
One might have thought that the English had fired it, so bright was the glare in which it was enveloped; but we knew better.

Bonfires were blazing in every square, in every open place.

Nay, more, from the very roofs of tower and church great pillars of flame were ascending to the heavens.
Joy bells had rung before this, but never with such a wild jubilation, such a clamour of palpitating triumph.

The city had gone mad in its joy--and it was no marvel--and all were awaiting the return of the Maid, to whom this miraculous deliverance was due.