For on the blue tunic she had caught sight of an embroidered white dove bearing in its beak the scroll De par le Roy du ciel.

It was a blazon the tale of which had gone through France.
"You are she!" she stammered.

"The witch of Lorraine!" The other looked wonderingly at her.

"I am Jeanne of Arc," she said simply.

"She whom they call the Pucelle.