And of you she spoke the best words, for that you, who knew her not, took her part against her enemy.

And for your wound she sorrowed much, not knowing, more than I who am simple, whether it would turn to life or death.

And if to life, then, if she could but persuade the doctor and clergy and the King's counsellors to let her go, she said that you should follow with her to the wars, and she, if so the saints pleased, would be the making of your fortune, you and I being her first friends." "The saints fight for her!" I said, "for we have done our part thus far, and I would that I may be well ere she raises her standard." But here Elliot turned right pale, at the thought of my going to the wars, she holding my face off and gazing steadily upon me with wistful eyes.
"O God, send that the Maid go speedily!" she cried, "for as now you are not fit to bear arms." "Thou wouldst not have me lag behind, when the Maid's banner is on the wind ?" "Nay," she said, but slowly, "thee and all that I have would I give for her and for her cause, and for the saints.

But now thou must not go,"-- and her eyes yearned upon me--"now that I could overthrow thee if we came to war." So here she laughed again, being like the weather without--a changeful thing of shower and shine.
Thus we continued devising, and she told me that, some days after my wounding, the Maid had held converse apart with the King, and then gave him to wit of certain marvellous matters, that none might know save by heavenly inspiration.

But what these matters might be none could tell, save the King and the Maiden only.
That this was sooth I can affirm, having myself been present in later years, when one that affected to be the very Pucelle, never slain, or re- arisen by miracle, came before the King, and truly she had beguiled many.
Then the King said, "Welcome Pucelle, ma mie, thou art welcome if thou hast memory of that secret thing which is between thee and me." Whereon this false woman, as one confounded, fell on her knees and confessed her treason.
This that Elliot told me, therefore, while the sun shone into the chamber through the bare vine-tendrils, was sooth, and by this miracle, it seems, the Maid had at last won the ear of the King.