She looked every inch the ruler of men.

All heads were bent before her.

None dared speak a word to hinder her in her purpose.
The morrow saw us before Jargeau.

Its walls were strong, it was well supplied with those great guns that belched forth fire and smoke, and scattered huge stone balls against any attacking force.
But we had brought guns with us--great pieces of ordnance, to set against the city walls, and the Maid ordered these to be brought and placed in certain positions, never asking counsel, always acting on her own initiative, without hesitation and without haste, calm and serene; with that deep, farseeing gaze of hers turned from her own position to the city and back again, as though she saw in some miraculous vision what must be the end of all this toil.
"Mort de Dieu!" cried La Hire, forgetting in his wonder the loyally kept promise to swear only by his baton, "but the Maid has nothing to learn in the art of gunnery! Where hath she learnt such skill, such wisdom! We never had guns to place at Orleans! Where has the child seen warfare, that she places her artillery with the skill of a tried general of forces!" Ah!--where had the Maid learned her skill in any kind of warfare?
Had we not been asking this from the first?
This was but another development of the same miracle.

For my part I had ceased now to wonder at anything which she said or did.
At daybreak on the morrow the roar of battle began.