I could not see what it was, waves of black vapour rose and obscured my view.

Then, in the midst of the smoke and vapour, I saw a great pillar of fire, rising up as to the very sky itself, and out of the fire flew a white dove.

Then a voice spoke--one of my own voices; but in tones different from any I have heard before--'Have courage, even to death, Jeanne,' it said, 'for we will still be with you.' Then everything faded once more, and I heard only the shouting of the people, and knew that the King had made his decision, and that he had promised to receive his crown, which has waited for him so long." As she spoke these last words, the cloud seemed to lift.

Her own wonderful smile shone forth again.
"If this be so; if, indeed, the Dauphin shall be made King, what matters that I be taken away?
My work will end when the crown shall be set upon his head.

Then, indeed, my soul shall say: 'Lord, now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.'" Her face was suddenly transfigured--radiant--with some great and glorious thought.