书城公版Jeanne d'Arc
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第53章 DEFEAT AND DISCOURAGEMENT.AUTUMN,(6)

The ladies of the town who had the advantage of knowing Madame Marguerite did not fail to avail themselves of this privilege,and thronged to visit her wonderful guest.They brought her their sacred medals and rosaries to bless,and asked her a hundred questions.Was she afraid of being wounded;or was she assured that she would not be wounded?"No more than others,"she said;and she put away their religious ornaments with a smile,bidding Madame Marguerite touch them,or the visitors themselves,which would be just as good as if she did it.She would seem to have been always smiling,friendly,checking with a laugh the adulation of her visitors,many of whom wore medals with her own effigy (if only one had been saved for us!)as there were many banners made after the pattern of hers.But cheerful as she was,a prevailing tone of sadness now appears to run through her life.On several occasions she spoke to her confessor and chaplain,who attended her everywhere,of her death."If it should be my fate to die soon,tell the King our master on my part to build chapels where prayer may be made to the Most High for the salvation of the souls of those who shall die in the wars for the defence of the kingdom."This was the one thing she seemed anxious for,and it returned again and again to her mind.Her thoughts indeed were heavy enough.Her larger enterprises had been cruelly put a stop to:her companions-in-arms had been dispersed:she had been separated from her lieutenant Alen?on,and from all the friends between whom and herself great mutual confidence had sprung up.Even the commission which had at last been put in her hands was a trifling one and led to nothing,bringing the King no nearer to any satisfactory end:and the troops were under command of a new captain whom she scarcely knew,d'Albert,who was the son-in-law of La Tremo?lle,and probably little inclined to be a friend to Jeanne.In these circumstances there was little of an exhilarating or promising kind.

Nevertheless as an episode,few things had happened to Jeanne more memorable than the siege of St.Pierre-le-Moutier.The first assault upon the town was unsuccessful;the retreat had sounded and the troops were streaming back from the point of attack,when Jean d'Aulon,the faithful friend and brave gentleman who was at the head of the Maid's military household,being himself wounded in the heel and unable to stand or walk,saw the Maid almost alone before the stronghold,four or five men only with her.He dragged himself up as well as he could upon his horse,and hastened towards her,calling out to her to ask what she did there,and why she did not retire with the rest.She answered him,taking off her helmet to speak,that she would leave only when the place was taken--and went on shouting for faggots and beams to make a bridge across the ditch.It is to be supposed that seeing she paid no attention,nor budged a step from that dangerous point,this brave man,wounded though he was,must have made an effort to rally the retiring besiegers:but Jeanne seems to have taken no notice of her desertion nor ever to have paused in her shout for planks and gabions."All to the bridge,"she shouted,"/aux fagots et aux claies tout le monde!/every one to the bridge.""Jeanne,withdraw,withdraw!You are alone,"some one said to her.Bareheaded,her countenance all aglow,the Maid replied:"I have still with me fifty thousand of my men."Were those the men whom the prophet's servant saw when his eyes were opened and he beheld the innumerable company of angels that surrounded his master?But Jeanne,rapt in the trance and ecstasy of battle,gave no explanation."To work,to work!"her clear voice went on,ringing over the startled head of the good knight who knew war,but not any rapture like this.History itself,awe-stricken,would almost have us believe that alone with her own hand the Maid took the city,so entirely does every figure disappear but that one,and the perplexed and terrified spectator vainly urging her to give up so desperate an attempt.But no doubt the shouts of a voice so strange to every such scene,the /vox infantile/,the amazing and clear voice,silvery and womanly,/assez femme/,and the efforts of d'Aulon to bring back the retreating troops were successful,and Jeanne once more,triumphantly kept her word.The place was strongly fortified,well provisioned,and full of people.Therefore the whole narrative is little less than miraculous,though very little is said of it.Had they but persevered,as she had said,a few hours longer before Paris,who could tell that the same result might not have been obtained?

She was not successful,however,with La Charité,which after a siege of a month's duration still held out,and had to be abandoned.These long operations of regular warfare were not in Jeanne's way;and her coadjutor in command,it must be remembered,was in this case commissioned by her chief enemy.We are told that she was left without supplies,and in the depths of winter,in cold and rain and snow,with every movement hampered,and the ineffective government ever ready to send orders of retreat,or to cause bewildering and confusing delays by the want of every munition of war.Finally,at all events,the French forces withdrew,and again an unsuccessful enterprise was added to the record of the once victorious Maid.That she went on continually promising victory as in her early times,is probably the mere rumour spread by her detractors who were now so many,for there is no real evidence that she did so.Everything rather points to discouragement,uncertainty,and to a silent rage against the coercion which she could not overcome.

[1]Clermont it was who deserted the Scots at the Battle of the Herrings.

[2]Jeanne's arms,offered at St.Denis,were afterwards taken by the English and sent to the King of England (all except the sword with its ornaments of gold)without giving anything to the church in return:"qui est pur sacrilege et manifeste,"says Jean Chartier.