“Yes.”
“In the dress of a man?”
“Yes. But I do not remember that I was in armor.”
It was almost a concession! almost a half-surrender of the permission granted her by the Church at Poitiers to dress as a man. The wily court shifted to another matter: to pursue this one at this time might call Joan’s attention to her small mistake, and by her native cleverness she might recover her lost ground. The tempestuous session had worn her and drowsed her alertness.
“It is reported that you brought a dead child to life in the church at Lagny. Was that in answer to your prayers?”
“As to that, I have no knowledge. Other young girls were praying for the child, and I joined them and prayed also, doing no more than they.”
“Continue.”
“While we prayed it came to life, and cried. It had been dead three days, and was as black as my doublet. It was straight way baptized, then it passed from life again and was buried in holy ground.”
“Why did you jump from the tower of Beaurevoir by night and try to escape?”
“I would go to the succor of Compiegne.”