But the Maid in her white armour seemed like a being from another sphere; and the cry of "St.
Michael! St.Michael himself!" resounded on all sides, and one did not wonder.
Nothing would serve the Maid but to go straight to the Cathedral first, and offer thanksgiving for her arrival here, and the people flocked with her, till the great building was filled to overflowing with her retinue of soldiers and her self-constituted followers.
Some begged of her to address them from the steps at the conclusion of the brief service, but she shook her head.
"I have no words for them--only I love them all," she answered, with a little natural quiver of emotion in her voice.

"Tell them so, and that I have come to save them.

And then let me go home." So La Hire stood forth and gave the Maid's message in his trumpet tones, and the Maid was escorted by the whole of the joyful and loving crowd to the house of the Treasurer Boucher, where were her quarters, and where she was received with acclamation and joy.

And thus the Maid entered the beleaguered city of Orleans..