I know not what the power is; but at Rouvray it was shown forth again.

A small force of soldiers--but a convoy with provisions for the English lines--overcame and chased to destruction a French army ten times its own strength.
It is as though the English had woven some spell about us.

We cannot face them--to our shame be it spoken! The glorious days of old are past.

If Heaven come not to our aid, the cause of France is lost!" "Heaven has come to the aid of France," spoke the Maid, with that calm certainty which never deserted her; "have no fear, gentle knight.

Let the Dauphin but send me to Orleans, and the English will speedily be chased away." "It will need a great army to achieve that, fair Maid," spoke Sir Guy; "and alas, the King has but a small force at his disposal, and the men are faint hearted and fearful." "It is no matter," answered the Maid, with shining eyes; "is it anything to my Lord whether He overcomes by many or by few?
Is His arm shortened at all, that He should not fulfil that which He has promised?
France shall see ere long that the Lord of Hosts fights for her.