The heralds were crying: "To arms!" The English were said to be approaching in great numbers.

The young Duke still wanted to retreat in order to avoid receiving the Constable.

This time Jeanne dissuaded him: "We must stand together," she said.[1255] [Footnote 1255: _Trial_, vol.iii, p.

98.] He listened to this counsel and went forth to meet the Constable, followed by the Maid, my Lord the Bastard, and the Lords of Laval.
Near the leper's hospital at Beaugency they encountered a fine company.

As they approached, a thick-lipped little man, dark and frowning, alighted from his horse.[1256] It was Arthur of Brittany.
The Maid embraced his knees as she was accustomed to do when holding converse with the great ones of heaven and earth.