It looked as if it had been cut off and laid there; the body was below it in the mud.
They spoke in whispers, and Joan at first had made an effort to disguise her voice.

But her conductor had smiled.

"They shall be called the brothers and the sisters of the Lord," he had said.

"Mademoiselle is brave for her Brothers' sake." He was a priest.

There were many priests among the stretcher-bearers.
Crouching close to the ground, behind the spreading roots of a giant oak, she raised her eyes.