The soldiers only desired to be told what she counselled, and to a man they would support her.

They had lost all fear of the foe, if only the Maid led them into battle, whether in the open or against massive walls.
But as usual the King's nearest counsellors were all for delay, for avoiding battle, for retreat rather than risk.

The Archbishop of Rheims, instead of being eager to push on to the place which so far was only his in name, for he had never been aught but titular Archbishop as yet, was always one with La Tremouille in advising caution and a timid policy.

Both were the enemies of the Maid, jealous of her gifts and of her influence with the King, and fearful lest her power over him should grow and increase.

They even plotted that she should be excluded from the council now sitting anent this very matter, and it was only when the King and the Duc d'Alencon, growing restless and impatient at her absence, desired her presence instantly, that she was sent for.
There was a grave dignity about her as she entered, which sat impressively upon her young face, so fair and sweet and gentle.