“No. And the proof is, that more than a hundred of my men were struck. I told them to have no doubts and no fears; that they would raise the siege. I was wounded in the neck by an arrow in the assault upon the bastille that commanded the bridge, but St. Catherine comforted me and I was cured in fifteen days without having to quit the saddle and leave my work.”
“Did you know that you were going to be wounded?”
“Yes; and I had told it to the King beforehand. I had it from my Voices.”
“When you took Jargeau, why did you not put its commandant to ransom?”
“I offered him leave to go out unhurt from the place, with all his garrison; and if he would not I would take it by storm.”
“And you did, I believe.”
“Yes.”
“Had your Voices counseled you to take it by storm?”
“As to that, I do not remember.”
Thus closed a weary long sitting, without result. Every device that could be contrived to trap Joan into wrong thinking, wrong doing, or disloyalty to the Church, or sinfulness as a little child at home or later, had been tried, and none of them had succeeded. She had come unscathed through the ordeal.