"And I go with all my heart," said he whose name was Roger.
"What do you intend to do, child?" asked her father, puzzled and uneasy. "This is a farce. Take off the cross."
"No, it is no farce. I will not remove the cross till I have shown that I am worthy to be enrolled in your band."
"Then what will you do?"
"That is my secret."
"And you demand two of the companions?"
"Yes; two of the companions—he named Roger, and——"
"Amanieu?"
"Roger and Amanieu. I ask that they may accompany me and serve me and do my bidding—on my first chevauchée."
"La Pucelle! Another Joan! To the English! To the English! Vive la Pucelle de Domme! We will pit her against the Pucelle de Domrémi." The men shouted, hammered the table, and tossed the knucklebones about. They treated the matter as a joke.