I rose at her coming, doffing my cap, and told her, in few words, that my master had gone forth.

Thereon she flitted about the chamber, looking at this and that, while I stood silent, deeming that she used me in a sort scarce becoming my blood and lineage.
Suddenly she said, without turning round, for she was standing by a table gazing at the pictures in a Book of Hours-- "I have seen her!" "The Pucelle ?--do you speak of her, gentle maid ?" "I saw her and spoke to her, and heard her voice"; and here her own broke, and I guessed that she was near to weeping.

"I went up within the castle precinct, to the tower Coudraye," she said, "for I knew that she lodged hard by, with a good woman who dwells there.

I passed into the chapel of St.Martin on the cliff, and there heard the voice of one praying before the image of Our Lady.

The voice was even as you said that day--the sweetest of voices.