Chapter 28 Joan Foretells Her Doom

THE TROOPS must have a rest. Two days would be be allowed for
this.

The morning of the Fourteenth I was writing from Joan's dictation in a
small room which she sometimes used as a private office once she
wanted to get away from officials and their interruptions.
Catherine Boucher came in and sat down and said:

"Joan, dear, I want you to talk to me."

"Indeed, I am not sorry for that, but glad. What is in your mind?"

"This. I scarcely slept last night, for thinking of the dangers you
are running. The Champion told me how you ready made the duke stand out
of the way once the cannon-balls were flying all about, and so
saved his life."

"Well, that was right, wasn't it?"

"Right? Yes; but you stayed there yourself. Why wish you