"And I for her," said Jeanne, tearfully. "I shall never leave you again,
father. I shall be glad to get back."
At this Durand interposed:
"You won't be contented there, Jeanne. Just think how set you were to get
away. And now you have done everything you wanted to do. And it was I
that helped you to do it."
"Yes, Uncle Durand; and the King wishes to see you to thank you for it."
"The King?" exclaimed Lassois, almost dumbfounded by this news. "Why,
Jeanne, you don't mean that he wants to see me?"
"Yes, I do," said Jeanne, laughing. "He says that by helping me to go to
Messire Robert you have done more for the country than any other man in
France."
Durand could scarcely contain himself at this, and beamed delightedly.
Presently he said, wistfully:
"Don't you ever get afraid in battle, Jeanne? I heard that you were
wounded once. I should think that you would be so afraid that you'd run
away as soon as the guns began to shoot and the arrows to fly."
"I do not fear wounds or battle," she told him. "I fear only--treachery;"
and a shadow crossed her face.
It was a happy family party there at the little inn. There was wonder and
admiration in the regard which the simple peasants bestowed upon the
maiden, but there was love also, and the weary girl, longing for home and
rest since her mission was so nearly completed, gave herself up to its
blessed consolation. Far into the night she talked, and then she left
them; for the morrow would bring the coronation, and there was much to be
done.
It was the tradition that coronations should take place on Sunday, so
that there was little sleep in Reims that night. Everything had to be
prepared; decorations for the cathedral and town, and provisions for the
ceremonial. Many of the necessary articles were at Saint Denis, in the
hands of the English, and the treasury of the cathedral had to be
ransacked to find fitting vessels. All night the work of preparation
went on. And all night long rejoicing crowds filled the streets and the
great square before the cathedral, where the Dauphin kept vigil, as was
the custom of the Sovereign the night before his coronation.
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