“I have given my faith to another than you, and I will keep my oath,” rang the undaunted girl’s answer.
At this moment there came a wild clamour of bells from the 331 churches of Compiègne in a turbulent call to arms to save the Maid. Their urgent pealing sounded too late.
Jeanne D’Arc had fought on her last field. The inspired Maid was a prisoner.
Percéval De Cagny.
So spelled in the patent. A softening of the Lorraine D’Arc.
These words are on the base of a statue of her that stands in the square of the town.