Would it not be well, spoke La Hire, to go forth against them at once, whilst the soldiers' hearts were flushed with victory, whilst the memory of yesterday's triumphs was green within them?
But the Maid, hitherto all in favour of the most dashing and daring policy, answered now, with a shake of the head: "It is Sunday, my Generals," she replied; "the day of my Lord.

The day He has hallowed to His service." She paused a moment, and added, quite gently, and without reproach, "Had you acted as I did counsel, the English would now have had no footing on the north side of the river; they must needs have fled altogether from the neighbourhood of the city.

Nevertheless, my Lord is merciful.

He helps, though men hinder His designs.

Let no man stir forth with carnal weapons against the foe this day.