Something tells me that in marriage I shall lose my soul." The girl was on her knees with her hands twined.

"Let me follow you," she cried.

"I will bring a stout company behind me.

Let me ride with you to the freeing of France.

I promise to be stalwart." The Maid shook her head gently.
"Then I take the vows." The obstinate little mouth had shut and there were no tears now in the eyes.
"Listen, child," and Jeanne took the suppliant hands in hers.