"I see that I have been deceived," she said. They had said, "Take all things peacefully: heed not this martyrdom. Thou shalt come at last into the Kingdom of Paradise." They had spoken also of deliverance by a great victory, but Jeanne misunderstood the message. So now she said sadly, "I see that I have been deceived. But," she added, "be they good spirits or bad spirits, they really appeared to me." And now she was allowed to receive the Sacraments, for this would be proof that the Maid had again recanted. The sacrament was brought irreverently, without stole or candles, so that Ladvenu remonstrated indignantly, not being willing to administer a diminished rite. And at his request the Host was sent with a train of priests chanting litanies as they went through the streets with torches burning. Without the prison in the courtyard, in the streets, everywhere in the city the people gathered to pray for her, their hearts touched with pity at her sad fate. The maiden received the Sacrament with tears and devotion, the churchmen expounding views and exhorting her during all the time that it was administered. Pierre Maurice spoke kindly to her at its close. "Ah, Sieur Pierre," she said, "where shall I be to-night?" "Have you not good faith in the Lord?" he asked. "Yes," she answered. "God helping me I shall be in Paradise." Dressed in the long black robe that the victims of the Inquisition wore, with a mitre set on her head, bearing the inscription: "Heretic, Relapsed, Apostate, Idolater," she was led for the last time out through the corridor and down the steps to the cart which was waiting to carry her to the place of doom. Isambard, Massieu, the usher of the court, both her friends, accompanied her. As the cart, escorted by one hundred and twenty English men-at-arms, started, a man pushed his way through them, and flung himself weeping at Jeanne's feet. It was Loyseleur, the spy, who now implored her pardon. Jeanne forgave him, and the guards, who would have killed him but for the intervention of Warwick, drove him away. The streets, the windows and balconies of the houses, every place where a foothold could be had, were crowded with people who wished to get a good view of the Maid on her last journey. Many secretly sympathised with her, but dared not show it for fear of their English masters.