NOEL and I went back together—silent at first, and impressed.
Finally Noel came up out of his thinkings and said:
“The first shall be last and the last first—there’s authority for this surprise. But at the same time wasn’t it a lofty hoist for our big bull!”
“It truly was; I am not over being stunned yet. It was the greatest place in her gift.”
“Yes, it was. There are many generals, and she can create more; but there is only one Standard-Bearer.”
“True. It is the most conspicuous place in the army, after her own.”
“And the most coveted and honorable. Sons of two dukes tried to get it, as we know. And of all people in the world, this majestic windmill carries it off. Well, isn’t it a gigantic promotion, when you come to look at it!”
“There’s no doubt about it. It’s a kind of copy of Joan’s own in miniature.”
“I don’t know how to account for it—do you?”