A Heroine of France, The Story of Joan of Arc by Evelyn Everett-Green

Louis of blessed memory feel, could he witness the changes wrought by only a century and a half? Surely it were enough to cause them to turn in their graves! The north lying supine at the feet of the English conqueror licking his hand, as a dog licks that of his master, lost to all sense of shame that an English infant in his cradle (so to speak) should rule through a regent the fair realm of France, whilst its own lawful King, banished from his capital and from half his kingdom, should keep his Court at Bourges or Chinon, passing his days in idle revelry, heedless of the eclipse of former greatness, careless of the further aggressions threatened by the ever-encroaching foe.

What would the great Charlemagne say, could he see us now? What would even St.

How can she hope to rise?” Sir Guy de Laval looked full in our faces as he spoke these words, and what could one reply? Ah me!-Those were sad and sorrowful days for France-and for those who thought upon the bygone glories of the past, when she was mistress of herself, held high her head, and was a power with hostile nations. The days of miracles are past and gone! What future is there for hapless France? She lies in the dust. A Fictional Account of St Joan of Arc Excerpt: CHAPTER I.

A Heroine of France, The Story of Joan of Arc by Evelyn Everett-Green