All at once a shower of arrows let loose from English bows followed the creature's flight, together with eager shouts and laughter, betraying the presence of the unsuspecting foe.
With a lightning swiftness the Maid grasped the whole situation.
Here was an army, waiting to fight, it is true, but for the moment off its guard.

Here were we, in order of march.

One word from her, and our whole force would charge straight upon the foe! And was that word lacking?
Was there an instant's hesitation?
Need such a question be asked of the Maid?
Clear and sweet rose her wonderful voice, thrilling through the hot summer air.
"Forward, my children, forward, and fear not.

Fly boldly upon them, and the day shall be yours!" She charged, herself, at the head of one column; but La Hire, in the vanguard, was before her.

With shouts of triumph and joy the old veteran and his followers thundered into the very midst of the startled English, and we followed in their wake.
The Duc d'Alencon rode beside the Maid.