mixed were French, English, and Burgundians.

Flavy, who worked like a man possessed, had turned about to give an order
to the archers above him; his back, I swear, was to the press of flying
men, to the inlet of the boulevard, and to the drawbridge, when his own
voice, as all deemed who heard it, cried aloud, "Up drawbridge, close
gates, down portcullis!" The men whose duty it was were standing ready
at the cranks and pulleys, their tools in hand, and instantly, groaning,
the drawbridge flew up, casting into the water them that were flying
across, down came the portcullis, and slew two men, while the gates of
the inlet of the boulevard were swung to and barred, all, as it might he
said, in the twinkling of an eye.

Flavy turned in wrath and great amaze: "In God's name, who cried?" he
shouted. "Down drawbridge, up portcullis, open gates! To the front, men-
at-arms, lances forward!"

For most of the mounted men who had fled were now safe, and on foot,
within the boulevard.

All this I heard and saw, in a glance, while my eyes were fixed on the
Maid and the few with her. They were lost from our sight, now and again,
in a throng of Picards, Englishmen, Burgundians, for all have their part
in this glory. Swords and axes fell and rose, steeds countered and
reeled, and then, they say, for this thing I myself did not see, a Picard
archer, slipping under the weapons and among the horses' hoofs, tore the
Maid from saddle by the long skirts of her hucque, and they were all upon
her. This befell within half a stone's-throw of the drawbridge. While
Flavy himself toiled with his hands, and tore at the cranks and chains,
the Maid was taken under the eyes of us, who could not stir to help her.
Now was the day and the hour whereof the Saints told her not, though she
implored them with tears. Now in the throng below I heard a laugh like
the sound of a saw on stone, and one struck him that laughed on the
mouth. It was the laugh of that accursed Brother Thomas!

I had laid my face on my hands, being so weak, and was weeping for very
rage at that which my unhappy eyes had seen, when I heard the laugh, and
lifting my head and looking forth, I beheld the hood of the cordelier.

"Seize him!" I cried to Father Francois, pointing down at the cordelier.
"Seize that Franciscan, he has betrayed her! Run, man, it was he who
cried in Flavy's voice, bidding them raise drawbridge and let fall
portcullis. The devil gave him that craft