"You have been with your Council," she said, "and I have been in mine, and you may believe that the counsel of my Lord, the King of Heaven, shall prevail, while councils of your sort shall come to naught. Get up early to-morrow morning, fight your best, and you shall accomplish more than you have done to-day." As the knight left she turned to her confessor, and said: "Rise to-morrow even earlier than to-day. Do your best to keep near me, for to-morrow I shall have yet more to do, and much greater things. To-morrow also blood will flow from my body here." And again she placed her hand upon a spot above her right breast between her neck and shoulder. The Maid was up early the next morning, but early as it was some of the burghers were waiting to see her. They had heard the decision of the captains not to fight, and had held a meeting of their own. They were not minded to wait for reinforcements from the King, they said. They had been in siege for seven months, and had nothing but broken promises from the King and his Councillors. Therefore, as God was with her, and had sent them succour through her it seemed madness not to avail themselves of the divine favour. And they besought her to go out against the enemy that day in spite of the captains, and so accomplish the mission with which she had been charged. Jeanne needed no urging, but answered them with solemn intensity: "Be of good cheer. In God's name I will go against the English to-day. And the captains will go also, and will fight with us." The delighted burghers departed to spread the tidings, while the maiden ran down to the courtyard to mount her charger, followed by her attendants. "Stay, Jeanne," spoke her host Jacques Boucher, coming into the yard with a large fish, a shad, in his hand. "This is for your breakfast. Wait until it is cooked before you go. You need food before starting upon so great an enterprise." "Keep it until supper, messire," cried the girl gaily. "I will back a Godon to share it with me, and to-night, gentle sir, I will come back by the bridge." "To-night, Pucelle? That may not be, for an arch of the bridge is broken." Jeanne laughed again without replying, and was off. The decision of the captains not to fight had been far from unanimous. There were those who felt that the assault ought not to be postponed, and who were desirous of following the Maid, for over some of them she had gained great influence. Consequently when the great standard appeared in the streets, and the Maid with her company was making for the Burgundy Gate these men gladly flocked to her. Dunois, La Hire, Florent d'Illiers, Poton Zaintrailles, Gaucourt, and many others crossed the river with her; there were some who remained in the city to guard it against attack. "I will have much to do, more than ever I had," Jeanne had said the night before. In truth it was no easy task that lay before the French.