His memory in the records of the foe Survives. it is reported in an old English rithmical story attributed to one Robert of Glocester) that - he seold his sone to her spousing avonge, The Maid was ther agen, and withsaid it long. The King of sought her suith ynou, so that atten ende Sir, heo sede, well ichot, that your hert ope me is, Sir Roberd le Fitz Haim my faders name was, And that ne might nought be his that of his kunne nought nas. Sire, quoth this Maid tho, that is a vaire name As who seith all his life and of great fame, Ae wat shold is sonne hote thanne and he that of him come, So ne might hii hote, whereof nameth gone. The King understood that the Maid ne sede no outrage, Damescile he sede tho, thi Louerd shall have a name And now disheartened at his death The vanquish'd English fly towards the gate, Vor him and vor his heirs vair without blame, Ae his Roberd of all thulke that long bivore were, This was end leve hundred yeare, and in the ninth yeer right After that ure Louerd was in his moder a hight.. Seldens Titles of Honor. * On entering the outer gate, the next part that presented itself was the outer ballium, or bailey, separated from the inner ballium by a strong embattled wall and towered gate. Of fruitless anger; they indeed within Hurl their keen javelins,-but the gate is barr'd- Then terror seiz'd Their hopeless hearts: some, furious in despair, The coming death; some drop the useless sword Then the Maid of Arc Had pity on the vanquish'd; and she call'd And bade them cease from slaughter. They obeyed The delegated damsel. Some there were Apart that communed murmuring, and of these Graville address'd her. "Mission'd Maid! our troops "Are few in number; and to well secure "These many prisoners such a force demands, "As should we spare might shortly make us need "The mercy we bestow; not mercy then, "Rather to these our soldiers, cruelty. "Justice to them, to France, and to our King, "And that regard wise Nature has in each 66 'Implanted of self-safety, all demand "Their deaths." "Foul fall such evil policy!" The indignant Maid exclaim'd. "I tell thee, Chief, "GOD is with us! but God shall hide his face "From him who sheds one drop of human blood "Just as the well-pois'd scale shall rise or fall. "Us who preserved. What is the Conqueror's name, Compared to this when the death hour shall come? "To think that we have from the murderous sword "Rescued one man, and that his heart-pour'd prayers, "Already with celestial eloquence, "Plead for us to the All-just!" Severe she spake, Then turn'd to Conrade. "Thou from these our troops "Appoint fit escort for the prisoners: "I need not tell thee, Conrade, they are men, "The victims of the mighty! thus subdued She said: when Conrade cast His eyes around, and mark'd amid the court From man to man where Francis rush'd along, Bidding them spare the vanquish'd. Him he hail'd. "The Maid hath bade me chuse a leader forth "To guard the captives; thou shalt be the man; "For thou wilt guard them with due diligence, "Yet not forgetting they are men, our foes. "No longer!" Nor meantime the garrison Ceas'd from the war; they, in the hour of need, |