Soon they will march in strength upon it.

And if that city once fall, why what hope is there even for such remnants of his kingdom as still remain faithful south of the Loire?
The English will have them all.

Already they call our King in mockery 'the King of Bourges;' soon even that small domain will be reft away, and then what will remain for him or for us?
If the visions of the maiden had been true, why doth not the Lord strike now, before Salisbury of England can invest the city?
If Orleans fall, all is lost!" "But Jeanne says that Orleans shall be saved," spoke Bertrand in a low voice, "and if she speaks sooth, must not she and we alike leave the times and seasons in the hand of the Lord ?" Sir Guy shrugged his shoulders, and gave me a shrewd glance, the meaning of which I was at no loss to understand.

He thought that Bertrand's head had been something turned, and that he had become a visionary, looking rather for a miracle from heaven than for deliverance from the foe through hard fighting by loyal men marching under the banner of their King.

Truth we all knew well that little short of a miracle would arouse the indolent and discouraged Charles, cowed by the English foe, doubtful of his own right to call himself Dauphin, distrustful of his friends, despairing of winning the love or trust of his subjects.