It filled her to the full with an ecstasy of devotion which required no words in which to express itself.

And I can faithfully say that it was not the beauty of her face, the sweetness of her ringing voice, nor the grace and strength of her supple form which made of men her willing followers and servants.
No, it was a power stronger and more sacred than any such carnal admiration.

It came from the conviction, which none could fail to reach, that this Maid was indeed chosen and set apart of Heaven for a great and mighty work, and that in obeying her, one was obeying the will of God, and working out some purpose determined in the counsels of the heavenlies.
With her man's garb and light armour, the Maid had assumed an air of unconscious command which sat with curious graceful dignity upon the serene calm of her ordinary demeanour.

Towards her followers of the humbler sort she ever showed herself full of consideration and kindliness.

She felt for their fatigues or privations in marching, was tenderly solicitous later on for the wounded.