“Daughter of God, it is thou who must go to the help of the King of France, and it is thou who wilt give him back his kingdom.”
But at this Jeanne sprang to her feet, astounded.
“I, Messire? I?”
“Even thou, Jeanne. It is thou who must fare forth into France to do this. Hast thou not heard that France ruined by a woman shall by a virgin be restored? Thou art the Maid.”
But terrified and weeping the girl fell prostrate before him.
“Not I, Messire. Oh, not I. It cannot be.”
“Thou art the Maid,” was all he said.
With this Jeanne found herself alone.