The French
were swarming up the scaling ladders, pouring into their tower,
carrying all before them.
Fighting was useless. Nothing remained but flight. Helter skelter,
like rabbits or rats, they fled this way and that before us. Not an
Englishman remained upon the south side of the river. The French
flag waved from the top of the tower. The seven months' siege was
raised by the Maid eight days after her entrance into the city.
CHAPTER XIII. HOW THE MAID WON A NEW NAME.
"Entrez, entrez--de la part de Dieu--all is yours!"
Thus spoke the Maid, as we rushed the tower of the boulevard, the
English flying this way and that before us. The Maid found herself
face to face with the commander--that Sir William Glasdale, who had
called her vile names a few days before, and had promised to burn
her for a witch if once she fell into his hands.
But she had no ill words for him, as she saw him, sword in hand,
seeking to make a last stand upon the drawbridge leading to Les
Tourelles.
"Now yield you, Classidas," she said; "I bear you no ill will.
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