Notwithstanding the visions of war that haunted her, that sign she did not give.

Child as she was, and as ignorant of war as of life, there was that within her which turned away disaster.

She led this crowd of men, not to the English bastions, but to the holy places of the city.

Down the streets she rode, accompanied by many knights and squires; men and women pressed to see her and could not gaze upon her enough.

They marvelled at the manner of her riding and of her behaviour, in every point like a man-at-arms; and they would have hailed her as a veritable Saint George had they not suspected Saint George of turning Englishman.[983] [Footnote 983: _Journal du siege_, p.80.