She thought he looked transfigured and she did not see him as the debauched young-old man. To her he was the King and all kings had an aura of sanctity to folks in Domrémy; and this one was the chosen of the Lord. She had been singularly blessed, selected for her simplicity and given this task by Almighty God.
The Dauphin was moved. She had saved the city of Orléans – this young peasant maid. She had magical powers, it was certain. She had assured him of his legitimacy; then gone on to save the all important city for the French. Why should a girl do this? He should have ridden at the head of his troops instead of skulking in Chinon. If he had been a great warrior like some of his ancestors this domination by the English would never have taken place.
What could he say to the saviour of Orléans? He could welcome her; he could kiss her hand; he could treat her with respect – but he could not repress the twinge of resentment for he was envious because she had done it, when that duty was his.
Together they rode into Tours. What rejoicing was there in the streets, but even while Jeannette revelled in success it was as though an icy hand clutched at her heart. This was how it must have been on that Sunday long ago when the people waved their palm leaves and welcomed one other, crying Hosanna.
They rested at Tours. Jeannette was all impatience to be gone but the Dauphin was uncertain. This was pleasant … here in Tours. The people were for him. They liked to see him riding with the Maid. It reminded them that God was on their side and God, they said, was invincible.
But how Jeannette chafed against delay and how the Dauphin revelled in it! It was so pleasant at the moment, he thought. Why not linger in such a happy state?
But they must ride on, said Jeannette.
It might mean riding on through hostile country to Rheims, she was reminded.
‘So be it,’ she replied. ‘We have come so far. The Lord God will not desert us now. It is His Will that the Dauphin should be crowned at Rheims and it is for this purpose that I am here.’
The Dauphin was surrounded by his advisers, the chief of whom was Georges de la Trémoïlle – a coward of a man but sly and shrewd. He looked like a great barrel so fat was he. He was vicious, and a man to be watched for those who offended him had a way of disappearing from the scene. He was always at the Dauphin’s side and his word carried weight.
It was disconcerting to men such as he was to see so much adulation given to an ignorant country girl.
It suited La Trémoïlle to see the Dauphin weak, depending on him; he had always advised a policy of shilly-shally.
So when Jeannette urged them to make the journey to Rheims La Trémoïlle, with the Chancellor Regnault de Chartres, strongly opposed her.
‘There are not enough troops nor money for such a journey,’ they insisted; and the Dauphin following his long habit listened to them. Delay was part of his nature, no less than theirs. He dreaded change. It was wonderful to have achieved this victory but now he was realising that it was rousing him out of his lethargy. Did he want that?
Jeannette was not easily brushed aside. She sought the Dauphin in his private apartments and none dare stop her. If Trémoïlle and Regnault despised her, others in the King’s entourage did not. They had for her an awesome respect.
She fell onto her knees before him, and told him that it was imperative that they leave at once. Her voices were urging her. Her voices must be obeyed. He must come to Rheims.
‘There are too many obstacles,’ he told her. ‘There are towns still in the hands of the English. Do you not see that they will be doubly fortified … after Orléans.’
‘I see only that we must go to Rheims. My voices demand it, sire, and they must be obeyed.’
At length hers was the voice that convinced him and the Dauphin with his Court and an army of twelve thousand set out for Rheims.
There were difficulties along the road. Jeannette had known there would be. At the town of Troyes it was particularly disheartening for there was a garrison there consisting of six hundred English and Burgundians. They would not lightly surrender.
Of course Trémoïlle and Regnault pointed out that they had no provisions to mount a siege. There was only one thing to do and that was to turn back.
‘No, no!’ insisted Jeannette. ‘Oh, my gentle Dauphin, listen to God who speaks through me. Wait here before your town of Troyes and by love or force within the space of a few days I will make it yours.’
Jeannette prepared for battle. She was camped outside the walls and the following day she donned her armour, mounted her horse and carrying her banner rode forth crying that she came in the name of the Lord God.
There was no fighting. Within the city there was a call of ‘We surrender’ and the townspeople came out declaring that they would not resist the Maid.
She rode into the town side by side with the Dauphin. She was triumphant while Trémoïlle and his friends murmured that it could have gone the other way.
Dunois came to her with great emotion shining in his eyes. ‘You are indeed God’s messenger,’ he said.
‘You know it now, my lord,’ she said. ‘Make good use of me while I am here for I shall not be here much longer.’
Dunois seized her arm and said earnestly: ‘Why do you talk thus? What do you fear?’
‘Treachery,’ she said. ‘I feel it in the air. It is that which will destroy me.’
‘Jeannette, you know you are going to die. When?’
‘I do not know when, but that it will come I know full well. I am at the will of God and I shall accomplish what I have been commanded to do. I raised the siege of Orléans; I must now see the Dauphin crowned at Rheims. When that is done … it may be my work will be also.’
‘Pray God, Jeannette, that He will preserve you.’
She smiled at him. ‘I would like it well if He sent me back to my mother and father. I would like to tend the sheep again and know that my work is done.’
Dunois turned away. He was surprised at his emotion. He was fond of her, not as a mystic – he was not even sure that he believed whole-heartedly in that – but because she was simple and humble and … he sought for a word to describe her. He thought, It is Good. Jeannette is good with a goodness rare in men and women.
The army was camped some ten miles from Rheims. Trémoïlle declared the town would stand out against them.
‘Not so, my lord,’ replied Jeannette. ‘You will see that the leading citizens will come out of the city bringing the keys to the Dauphin.’
And this was what happened for no sooner was the cavalcade in sight of Rheims when the leading citizens came out as Jeannette had said they would and they had the keys of the city in their hands. Eagerly they were awaiting the arrival of the Maid with the Dauphin and within a few days he should be crowned King of France.
It was the custom in France for its Kings to be crowned on a Sunday and the people of Rheims were determined that this should be observed. All through the Saturday of the 16th of July they were making their preparations. They knew that their Dauphin had taken up his residence at the Castle of Sept-Saulx some ten miles outside the town.
At nine o’clock in the morning Charles came into the church and beside him was Jeannette. It was what the people expected. It was because of her that he was here and if there were some who deplored it, still it must be.
His magnificent robes were open at the neck and shoulders in preparation for the ceremonial anointing which would signify that he was being endowed with renown, glory and wisdom. He stood before the high Altar and with him were the Duke of Alençon and the Counts of Clermont and Vendôme.