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you are but a constable," and he laughed his cordial laugh again. "Joan, my frank, honest General, will you name your reward? I would ennoble you. You shall quarter the crown and the lilies of France for blazon, and with them your victorious sword to defend them—speak the word."
It made an eager buzz of surprise and envy in the assemblage, but Joan shook her head and said:
"Ah, I cannot, dear and noble Dauphin. To be allowed to work for France, to spend one's self for France, is itself so supreme a reward that nothing can add to it—nothing. Give me the one reward I ask, the dearest of all rewards, the highest in your gift—march with me to Rheims and receive your crown. I will beg it on my knees."
But the King put his hand on her arm, and there was a really brave awakening in his voice and a manly fire in his eye when he said—
"No; sit. You have conquered me—it shall be as you—"
But a warning sign from his minister halted him, and he added, to the relief of the court—
"Well, well, we will think of it, we will think it over and see. Does that content you, impulsive little soldier?"
The first part of the speech sent a glow of delight to Joan's face, but the end of it quenched it and she looked sad, and the tears gathered in her eyes. After a moment she spoke out with what seemed a sort of terrified impulse, and said—
"Oh, use me; I beseech you, use me—there is but little time!"
"But little time?"
"Only a year—I shall last only a year."
"Why, child, there are fifty good years in that compact little body yet."
"Oh, you err, indeed you do. In one little year the end will come. Ah, the time is so short, so short; the moments are flying, and so much to be done. Oh, use me, and quickly—it is life or death for France."
Even those insects were sobered by her impassioned words. The King looked very grave—grave, and strongly impressed.
