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A Monk of Fife by Andrew Lang
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Thus we continued devising, and she told me that, some days after my
wounding, the Maid had held converse apart with the King, and then gave
him to wit of certain marvellous matters, that none might know save by
heavenly inspiration. But what these matters might be none could tell,
save the King and the Maiden only.

That this was sooth I can affirm, having myself been present in later
years, when one that affected to be the very Pucelle, never slain, or re-
arisen by miracle, came before the King, and truly she had beguiled many.
Then the King said, "Welcome Pucelle, ma mie, thou art welcome if thou
hast memory of that secret thing which is between thee and me." Whereon
this false woman, as one confounded, fell on her knees and confessed her
treason.

This that Elliot told me, therefore, while the sun shone into the chamber
through the bare vine-tendrils, was sooth, and by this miracle, it seems,
the Maid had at last won the ear of the King. So he bade carry her to
Poictiers, where the doctors and the learned were but now examining into
her holy life, and her knowledge of religion, being amazed by the wisdom
of her answers. The noble ladies about her, too, and these mendicant
friars that were sent to hold inquisition concerning her at Domremy, had
found in her nothing but simplicity and holy maidenhood, pity and piety.
But, as for a sign of her sending, and a marvel to convince all men's
hearts, that, she said, she would only work at Orleans. So now she was
being accepted, and was to raise her standard, as we had cause to
believe.

"But," said Elliot, "the weeks go by, and much is said, and men and
victual are to be gathered, and still they tarry, doing no great deed.
Oh, would that to-day her standard were on the wind! for to-day, and for
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