Ofttimes we were in peril from the close proximity of armed bands, as we lay in woods and thickets by day, avoiding towns and villages, lest we should draw too much notice upon ourselves.

Ofttimes we suffered from cold, from hunger, from drenching rains and bitter winds.

Once our way was barred by snow drifts, and often the swollen rivers and streams forced us to wander for miles seeking a ford that was practicable.
But whatever were the hardships encountered, no word of murmuring ever escaped the lips of the Maid; rather her courage and sweet serenity upheld us all, and her example of patience and unselfishness inspired even the roughest of the men-at-arms with a desire to emulate it.

Never, methinks, on such a toilsome march was so little grumbling, so little discouragement, and, above all, so little swearing.

And this, in particular, was the doing of the Maid.