Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc — Volume 1 by Mark Twain
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could not be otherwise. But always there was a word of hope, too. More
than that: France was to be rescued, and made great and free again. But how and by whom--that was not told. Not until to-day." As she said those last words a sudden deep glow shone in her eyes, which I was to see there many times in after-days when the bugles sounded the charge and learn to call it the battle-light. Her breast heaved, and the color rose in her face. "But to-day I know. God has chosen the meanest of His creatures for this work; and by His command, and in His protection, and by His strength, not mine, I am to lead His armies, and win back France, and set the crown upon the head of His servant that is Dauphin and shall be King." I was amazed, and said: "You, Joan? You, a child, lead armies?" "Yes. For one little moment or two the thought crushed me; for it is as you say--I am only a child; a child and ignorant--ignorant of everything that pertains to war, and not fitted for the rough life of camps and the companionship of soldiers. But those weak moments passed; they will not come again. I am enlisted, I will not turn back, God helping me, till the English grip is loosed from the throat of France. My Voices have never told me lies, they have not lied to-day. They say I am to go to Robert de Baudricourt, governor of Vaucouleurs, and he will give me men-at-arms for escort and send me to the King. A year from now a blow will be struck which will be the beginning of the end, and the end will follow swiftly." "Where will it be struck?" "My Voices have not said; nor what will happen this present year, before |
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