But the Maid thought nought of herself, but all of her mission, and she held that this was a matter which could be touched by no outward adorning or bravery of apparel.
None who passed through the galleries and corridors of the Castle of Chinon in these days would have guessed to what a desperate pass the young King's affairs had come.

Music and laughter resounded there.

Courtiers fluttered about in gorgeous array, and fine ladies like painted butterflies bore them company.

Feasting and revelry swallowed up the days and nights.

No clang of arms disturbed the gaieties of the careless young monarch.
If despair and desperation were in his heart, he pushed them back with a strong hand.