Perhaps--who knows--these words may have aroused in him some gleams of penitence for his past life.

I have heard he made a better end than was expected of him when his time came.

And before the Maid left the Castle he sent her a present of money, and said he might even send his son to help the Dauphin, if once Orleans were relieved, and her words began to fulfil themselves.
So then we journeyed home again, and we reached Vaucouleurs on the afternoon of the twelfth day of February.

The Maid had been smiling and happy up till that time, and, since the weather was improving, we had great hopes of soon starting forth upon the journey for Chinon.

Nevertheless, the streams were still much swollen, and in some places the ground was so soft that it quaked beneath our horses' feet.