Joan lodged at Vaucouleurs in the house of a wheelwright, and passed three weeks there, spinning with her hostess and dividing her time between work and church. There was much talk in Vaucouleurs of her "visions" and her purpose.
John of Metz (also called John of Novelomport), a knight serving with de Baudricourt, desired to see her, and went to the wheelwright's.
"What do you here, my dear?" he said. "Must the King be driven from his kingdom and we become English?"
"I am come hither," answered Joan, "to speak to Robert de Baudricourt, that he may be pleased to take me or have me taken to the King; but he pays no heed to me or my words. However, I must be with the King before the middle of Lent, for none in the world, nor kings, nor dukes, nor daughter of Scottish king can recover the Kingdom of France; there is no help but in me. Assuredly I would far rather be spinning beside my poor mother, for this other is not my condition; but I must go and do the work because my Lord wills that I should do it."
"Who is your Lord?"
"The Lord God."
"By my faith," said the Knight, seizing Joan's hands, "I will take you to the King, God helping. When will you set out?"
"Rather now than to-morrow; rather to-morrow than later." Vaucouleurs was full of the fame and sayings of Joan.
Another knight, Bertrand de Poulengy, offered, as John of Metz had, to be her escort. Duke Charles of Lorraine wished to see her, and sent for her to Nancy. Old and ill as he was, he had deserted his duchess, a virtuous lady, and was leading anything but a regular life. He asked Joan's advice about his health.
"I have no power to cure you," she said, "but go back to your wife and help me in that for which God ordains me."