Joan looked suspiciously at he priest a moment, then said, tranquilly:
“As to that, I will not tell you.”
“Did the Voice seek you often?”
“Yes. Twice or three times a week, saying, ‘Leave your village and go to France.’”
“Did you father know about your departure?”
“No. The Voice said, ‘Go to France’; therefore I could not abide at home any longer.”
“What else did it say?”
“That I should raise the siege of Orleans.”
“Was that all?”
“No, I was to go to Vaucouleurs, and Robert de Baudricourt would give me soldiers to go with me to France; and I answered, saying that I was a poor girl who did not know how to ride, neither how to fight.”