Many a time had I heard it said that, while she was yet a child, the wild birds would come and nestle in the bosom of the Maid, but I had never believed the tale.

Yet now I saw this thing with mine own eyes, a fair sight and a marvellous, so beautiful she looked, with head unhelmeted, and the wild fowl and tame flitting about her and above her, the doves crooning sweetly in their soft voices.

Then her lips moved, and she spoke-- "Tres doulx Dieu, en l'onneur de vostre saincte passion, je vous requier, se vous me aimes, que vous me revelez ce que je doy faire demain pour vostre gloire!" So she fell silent again, and to me it seemed that I must not any longer look upon that holy mystery, so, crossing myself, I laid my hand on the shoulder of the page, and we went silently from the place.
"Have you ever seen it in this manner ?" I whispered, when we were again without the farmyard.
"Never," said he, trembling, "though once I saw a stranger thing." "And what may that have been ?" "Nay, I spoke of it to her, and she made me swear that I never would reveal it to living soul, save in confession.

But she is not as other women." What he had in his mind I know not, but I bade him good even, and went back into the town, where lights were beginning to show in the casements.
In the space within the gates were many carts gathered, full of faggots wherewith to choke up the fosse under Paris, and tables to throw above the faggots, and so cross over to the assault..