"There, my friend," spoke Bertrand at last, "I have kept my
promise, you have seen the Maid."
"Yes," I answered gravely, "I have seen the Maid," and after that
we spoke no word for many a mile.
CHAPTER III. HOW THE MAID CAME TO VAUCOULEURS.
It may yet be remembered by some how early the snow came that year,
to the eastern portion of France at least. I think scarce a week
had passed since our journey to Domremy, before a wild gale from
the northeast brought heavy snow, which lay white upon the ground
for many long weeks, and grew deeper and deeper as more fell, till
the wolves ravaged right up to the very walls of Vaucouleurs, and
some of the country villages were quite cut off from intercourse
with the world.
Thus it came about that I was shut up in Vaucouleurs with my good
comrade and friend Bertrand, in the Castle of which Robert de
Baudricourt was governor, and for awhile little news reached us
from the outside world, though such news as did penetrate to our
solitude was all of disaster for the arms of France.
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