To-day let me see you bear yourself as boldly against armed men, that I may report well of you to your lady and my friend." Therewith she held out her hands and took mine, as frankly as does one brother in arms with another.

And I kissed her hand, and kept my tears in my own heart.

But no deadlier blow for France and for herself was ever dealt than when the Maid struck down my sword, that was thirsting for the blood of Brother Thomas, and was within an inch of his throat.
Often have I marvelled how the saints, who, as then, guarded her, gave her no warning, as they did of the onslaught on St.Loup; but it might not be, or it was not their will, to which we must humbly submit ourselves.

And now I think I see that wolf's face, under the hood, with anger and fear in the ominous eyes.

In the Church of St.Loup we found him, and he was a wolf of the holy places.