Jacques conducted his family at once to the inn kept by a worthy woman, La Rousse by name, whom he knew. The move from Domremy had been made none too soon, for Antoine de Vergy's men swept into the village but a few hours after the departure of its inhabitants, and both Domremy and Greux were laid waste. To Jeanne the days that followed were tranquil and the happiest that she had known for a long time. As in Domremy she drove her father's beasts to the fields, and kept his flocks. She also helped La Rousse about the household duties, greatly to the good dame's satisfaction, and when she was not helping her hostess, or tending the cattle she passed all her time in church. During the first few days of the stay in the market town Jeanne saw Colin frequently, but greatly to her relief he forbore to press his attentions upon her. Then she saw him no longer, and rejoiced thereat. Her thanksgiving was of short duration. Dinner was over in the common room of the inn one day, and the guests--not numerous as it chanced--had broken up into groups; some lingering at the board where they had eaten, others clustering at small tables scattered about the rush strewn room. The great chamber, with its dusky walls and blackened beams would have looked gloomy enough on a dark day, but the heat and bright sunshine of midsummer made it seem cool and restful. In the nook formed by the outer angle of the huge projecting chimney, and so somewhat in the shadow, sat Jeanne waiting for the guests to leave the board that she might clear away the dinner. Her father and a man with whom he was conversing were the last ones to rise, and at once the girl came forward to begin her task. As she did so there came the sound of a dagger hilt beating upon the outside door at the further end of the room. Before Jeanne could reach it to open it the heavy door swung open quickly as though thrust inward by a strong hasty hand, and there entered a man garbed in priest's raiment. Reverent always in her attitude toward priests the maiden bowed low before him. "Is it your pleasure to have dinner, messire?" she asked when she had risen from her obeisance. "In due time, my child," he replied. "But first, I would speak with a pucelle who is here. One Jeanne, daughter of Jacques D'Arc." "I am she," spoke the maiden in astonishment. "What would you of me, messire?" At this juncture Isabeau, accompanied by La Rousse, entered the room. The latter hastened forward to welcome the newcomer when she paused, arrested by his words: "I come from the Bishop of Toul, Judge of the Ecclesiastical Court having jurisdiction over Domremy and Greux. He cites thee, Jeanne, daughter of Jacques D'Arc, to appear before him to show cause why thou dost not fulfill thy plighted troth to Colin de Greux."