So the days sped. Presently rumours of another and more startling nature ran through the valley. Interest in Jeanne D'Arc, her mission, and Colin's wooing paled before the news. It was noised that Antoine de Vergy, Governor of Champagne, had received a commission from the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France for Henry VI, to furnish forth men-at-arms for the purpose of bringing the castellany of Vaucouleurs into subjection to the English. The greatest alarm prevailed when the report was confirmed, that the Governor had in truth set forth. On the march, as was his custom, Antoine de Vergy laid waste all the villages of the loyal little wedge of territory with fire and sword. Domremy with its adjoining village of Greux lay in the southern part of the castellany, between Bar and Champagne, and was therefore directly in the line of attack. Threatened again with a disaster with which they were only too well acquainted the folk of the two villages met in solemn conclave to determine what was to be done. Men, women and children were in the assembly that had gathered before the little church to discuss the situation; their pale faces showing plainly that they realized to the full the calamity that menaced them. Life, liberty and property were all at stake, for everything would be swept away by the ravaging Antoine. The very imminence of the danger rendered them calm, but it was the calmness of despair. Resistance to the force that was with Antoine was out of the question, so what could they do? "And why not retire to the Castle of the Island, my children?" queried Messire Guillaume Frontey, Curé of Domremy. "Surely, it hath proved a good refuge in other times of need. Is it not a secure stronghold?" "We fear not, father," responded a peasant. "Sire Antoine boasts that we can not hold it against him, as he knows of a secret passage whereby he can obtain entrance when he so chooses. We have made search for the passageway, but we cannot find it; though it is known to exist, for there be some in the village who have heard of it. Against others we can hold the castle; against him we fear to try." "Then may Our Lady preserve ye, my children," exclaimed the priest solemnly. "What can be done?" "This," cried Jacques D'Arc, suddenly elbowing his way through the people until he stood by the Curé's side in full view of every one. "This, father, and friends: let us, as we fear to try the castle, gather our furniture in carts; then, driving our cattle and sheep before us, go to Neufchâteau which, being a town of Lorraine, will not be attacked. As you know, though it be a Burgundian belonging, its sympathies are with the Armagnacs." "That's it, Jacques!" "Well said!" came from the villagers in a chorus of approval. "When shall we go?" "Better to-day than to-morrow, friends," shouted Jacques. "Better now than later. We know not when they will be upon us."