Charles dallied at Compiègne, greatly to the distress of Jeanne, who knew the value of rapid movements. She saw too that the troops were losing heart. The King, however, was busy entangling himself with new truces with Burgundy, but of this the Maid at this time knew naught. She only knew that the fifteen days' truce was ended, and Paris had not been delivered to her King; that August was almost spent, and that nothing had been accomplished. She grieved at the monarch's shilly-shallying, and suspected that he was content with the grace God had given him without undertaking any further enterprise. As the time passed without bringing action of any sort, or any promise of it, the girl's patience became thoroughly exhausted. She had only a year to work in, she had said, and France's King was wasting the time that should have been used for France. So one day she said to Alençon: "My fair duke, make ready the men, for by my staff, I wish to see Paris nearer than I have seen it yet." The words struck a responsive chord in Alençon's breast, and the captains gladly made ready for the march; for all were weary of inaction, and discouraged by the irresolution of the King. On the twenty-third of August, therefore, the troops under Jeanne and Alençon set forth, making a short pause at Senlis so that the forces under the Count de Vendôme might join them. It was hoped that, moved by their example, the King would be impelled to follow them with the main body of the army; the hope proved a futile one. After three days' march they rode into St. Denys, a town six miles from Paris, and the other sacred place of the realm. It was the city of the Martyr Saint whose name was the war cry of France. It was also the city of the tomb; for, as Reims was the place where French kings were crowned, so St. Denys was the town where French kings were buried. From antiquity they had lain here in the great Abbey, where too was the crown of Charlemagne. There were also many sacred relics of the saints here, among them a head said to be that of Saint Denys. It was a sacred place to all French hearts. At their approach those people who were of Anglo-Burgundian opinions retired to Paris, terrified by the dark stories of vengeance with which the emissaries of Burgundy had beguiled them, so that those who remained in the place were royalists. As she had often done of late Jeanne became godmother for two little babies, holding them at the font. When the little ones were boys she gave them the name of the King; if they were girls, and the parents had no name for them, she called them Jeanne.