"The council of Messire is safer and wiser than yours." She pointed to the rude stream, running rough and strong, a great gale following with it, so that no sailing-boats might come from the town.

"You thought to beguile me, and are yourselves beguiled, for I bring you better succour than ever came to knight or town--the help of the King of Heaven." Then, even as she spoke, and as by miracle, that fierce wind went right about, and blew straight up the stream, and the sails of the vessels filled.
"This is the work of our Lord," said the Bastard of Orleans, crossing himself: and the anger passed from the eyes of the Maid.
Then he and Nicole de Giresme prayed her to pass the stream with them, and to let her host march back to Blois and so come to Orleans, crossing by the bridge of Blois.

To this she said nay, that she could not leave her men out of her sight, lest they fell to sin again, and all her pains were lost.

But, with many prayers, her confessor Pasquerel joining in them, she was brought to consent.

So the host, with priests and banners, must set forth again to Blois, while the Maid, and we that were of her company, crossed the river in boats, and so rode towards the town.