To those near her she said: "Look and see when the flag of my standard touches the bulwark." A knight replied: "Jeanne, the flag touches." Then she cried: "All is yours.

Enter."[1088] [Footnote 1088: _Journal du siege_, p.86._Chronique de la Pucelle_, p.

293.] Straightway nobles and citizens, men-at-arms, archers, townsfolk threw themselves wildly into the ditch and climbed up the palisades so quickly and in such numbers that they looked like a flock of birds descending on a hedge.[1089] And the French, who had now entered within the fortifications, saw retreating before them, but with their faces turned proudly towards the enemy, the Lords Moleyns and Poynings, Sir Thomas Giffart, Baillie of Mantes, and Captain Glasdale, who were covering the flight of their men to Les Tourelles.[1090] In his hand Glasdale was holding the standard of Chandos, which, after having waved over eighty years of victories, was now retreating before the standard of a child.[1091] For the Maid was there, standing upon the rampart.

And the English, panic-stricken, wondered what kind of a witch this could be whose powers did not depart with the flowing of her blood, and who with charms healed her deep wounds.

Meanwhile she was looking at them kindly and sadly and crying out, her voice broken with sobs: "Glassidas! Glassidas! surrender, surrender to the King of Heaven.
Thou hast called me strumpet; but I have great pity on thy soul and on the souls of thy men."[1092] [Footnote 1089: _Chronique de la fete_, in the _Trial_, vol.v, p.
294.] [Footnote 1090: _Journal du siege_, p.