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Lucy Foster Madison. Joan of Arc, the Warrior Maid
Joan of Arc, the Warrior Maid
Table of Contents
INTRODUCTION
JOAN OF ARC
CHAPTER I
A Children’s Festival
CHAPTER II
The Knight’s Story
CHAPTER III
The Waves of War Reach Domremy
CHAPTER IV
The Aftermath
CHAPTER V
Jeanne’s Vision
CHAPTER VI
Jeanne’s Harsh Words
CHAPTER VII
Further Visions
CHAPTER VIII
Jeanne Receives a Gift and an Announcement
CHAPTER IX
The Charge is Accepted
CHAPTER X
The First Step
CHAPTER XI
A Trying Time
CHAPTER XII
A Worsted Suitor
CHAPTER XIII
Farewell to Home
CHAPTER XIV
Victory Over Doubting Hearts
CHAPTER XV
Starting the Great Adventure
CHAPTER XVI
Jeanne Comes to Her King
CHAPTER XVII
The Impossible Happens
CHAPTER XVIII
The Warrior Maid
CHAPTER XIX
The Hour and the Girl
CHAPTER XX
Jeanne Shows Her Sign
CHAPTER XXI
A Week of Wonders
CHAPTER XXII
The Culmination
CHAPTER XXIII
The Turning of the Tide
CHAPTER XXIV
Jeanne’s Last Field
CHAPTER XXV
In Prison Cells
CHAPTER XXVI
On Trial
CHAPTER XXVII
For Her Country
CHAPTER XXVIII
At Domremy
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Lucy Foster Madison
Published by Good Press, 2021
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Meantime Jeanne had hastened into the house, and had thrown her bundle of faggots into the great chimney, over which hung a white stone mantel shaped somewhat like a pent house. On one side of the hearth flags sat an elderly woman who was amusing Jeanne’s sister, Catherine, a child a few years younger than she. Jeanne returned the woman’s warm greeting affectionately, then drew the deal table before the hearth, glancing as she did so at the two men who sat at the far end of the hearth flags.
One was a man of thirty-five or so; the other looked to be ten years his junior. That they were well born was apparent from their bearing and manner, but their armour and clothing were in sad condition. Their hucques[3] were in tatters, and only the closest inspection revealed that they had been of velvet. They wore no helmets, and many plates were missing from their rusty armour, leaving their bodies fair marks for arrows or cross bolts. Noting all this Jeanne was startled to observe that from the right arm of the younger knight a tiny stream of blood trickled through the steel sleeve. She was a timid girl with strangers, therefore it was a full minute before she could muster courage to approach the young man.
