"No," replied Durand tremblingly. "She is the daughter of Jacques D'Arc." "So?" Sire Robert scanned the maid with new interest. "See you, my man," he said. "The girl is daft; clean daft. As witless an innocent as ever it has been my lot to behold. Whip her well, and send her home to her father." Whip her? Lassois turned a startled glance upon the Governor as though he had not heard aright. Whip Jeanne, who was so good and sweet? The very idea was profanation. Cowed and frightened he grasped the maiden's arm. "Come," he whispered. "Let's be going." But calmly, courageously Jeanne faced the Governor. "I go, Sire Robert, but I shall come again. For it is you who are appointed by the will of Messire to send me with an escort of men-at-arms to the aid of the Dauphin. My Voices have said so." Mad though they deemed the maiden, the men-at-arms and their Captain were impressed by the girl's gravity and noble bearing as she spoke. In silence, therefore, they permitted the pair to pass from the room. CHAPTER XI A TRYING TIME "_A Prophet is not without honour, save in his own country, and in his own house._" ST. MATTHEW 13:57. At the end of the week Lassois took Jeanne home. It was a return fraught with unpleasantness. The girl's visit to Sire Robert and her claim that she would lead the Dauphin to his anointing had been discussed and made a matter of sport by the soldiers of the garrison. From them it passed to the townspeople; from the townspeople to the country, and thence to Domremy. The whole valley buzzed with talk of it. Jacques heard the gossip in a passion of shame and anger. Therefore, when Lassois and his daughter entered the cottage he met them with scowling brow. "What is this that I hear about your visiting Sire Robert de Baudricourt?" he demanded of Jeanne wrathfully. "Why did you go there? What business had you with him?" Jeanne faced him bravely. "I had to go," she told him calmly. "It was commanded. Sire Robert has been appointed to give me men-at-arms to take me to the Dauphin that I may lead him to his anointing. I am to save France, father. It is so commanded by Messire, the King of Heaven." Her father's jaw dropped. He stood staring at her for a long moment, then turned to his wife with a groan. "She is out of her senses, Isabeau," he cried. "Our daughter's wits are wandering. This comes of so much church going and prayer. I will have no more of it." "Shame upon you, Jacques, for speaking against the church," exclaimed Isabeau. "Say rather it hath come from the tales of bloodshed she hath heard. Too many have been told about the fireside. 'Tis talk, talk of the war all the time. I warned you of it." "Whatever be the cause I will have no more of it," reiterated Jacques with vehemence. "Nay; nor will I have any more going to Vaucouleurs, nor talk of seeking the Dauphin. Do you hear, Jeanne?"