It was as though some power outside of himself urged him to some act of submission.

An overshadowing presence seemed to rest upon him as with the touch of a hand, and he who had laughed at the idea of the restoration of miracles suddenly felt all his doubts and misgivings fall away.
We rode together back to our camp, and there we talked long and earnestly of many things.

The Maid had much to ask of Sir Guy, but her questions were not such as one would have guessed.

She never inquired how the Dauphin (as she always called him) had first heard of her, how he regarded her, what his Ministers and the Court thought of her mission, whether they would receive her in good part, what treatment she might expect when she should appear at Chinon.
No; such thoughts as these seemed never to enter her head.

She was in no wise troubled as to the things which appertained to herself.
Not once did a natural curiosity on this ground suggest such inquiries; and though we, her followers, would fain have asked many of these questions, something in her own absence of interest, her own earnestness as to other matters, restrained us from putting them.
It was of the city of Orleans she desired to know.