Some concourse of townsfolk I saw on the bridge, beside the broken arch, and by the Boulevard Belle Croix; but I deemed that they had only come to see the fray as near as might be.

Others were busy under the river wall with a great black boat, belike to ferry over the horses from our side.
All seemed ended, and I misdoubted that we would scarce charge again so briskly in the morning, nay, we might well have to guard our own gates.
As I sat thus, pondering by the vineyard ditch, the Maid stood by me suddenly.

Her helmet was off, her face deadly white, her eyes like two stars.
"Bring me my horse," she said, so sternly that I crushed the answer on my lips, and the prayer that she would risk herself no more.
Her horse, that had been cropping the grass near him happily enough, I found, and brought to her, and so, with some ado, she mounted and rode at a foot's pace to the little crowd of captains.
"Maiden, ma mie," said the Bastard.

"Glad I am to see you able to mount.
We have taken counsel to withdraw for this night.

Martin," he said to his trumpeter, "sound the recall." "I pray you, sir," she said very humbly, "grant me but a little while"; and so saying, she withdrew alone from the throng of men into the vineyard.
What passed therein I know not and no man knows; but in a quarter of an hour's space she came forth, like another woman, her face bright and smiling, her cheeks like the dawn, and so beautiful that we marvelled on her with reverence, as if we had seen an angel.
"The place is ours!" she cried again, and spurred towards the fosse.
Thence her banner had never gone back, for D'Aulon held it there, to be a terror to the English.