"Not upon us cry out the innocent blood!" For much their hearts misgave them. But the rage Of Suffolk swell'd within him. "Speed your work!" 290 And now they bound 294 The herald to the stake: he cried aloud, The host of France approach'd, And Suffolk eagerly beheld the fire Brought near the pile; when suddenly a shout Toward Orleans call'd his eye, and thence he saw A man-at-arms upon a barded steed Come thundering on. 300 As when Chederles comes To aid the Moslem on his deathless horse, Swaying the sword with such resistless arm, Such mightiest force, as he had newly quaff'd The hidden waters of eternal youth, 305 Till with the copious draught of life and strength Inebriate; such, so fierce, so terrible, Came Conrade through the camp. Aright, aleft, The affrighted foemen scatter from his spear; To Orleans," cried the warrior. "Haste thee hence "Tell the chiefs 315 There is confusion in the English camp. Bid them come forth." On Conrade's steed the youth Leapt up, and hasten'd onward. He the while Turn'd to the war. Like two conflicting clouds, Pregnant with thunder, moved the hostile hosts. Then man met man, then on the batter'd shield 320 Rung the loud lance, and through the darken'd sky Fast fell the arrowy storm. Amid his foes The Bastard's arm dealt irresistibly The strokes of death; and by his side the Maid Flame in the ruffian Ardan's robber hand, When, sick and cold as death, she turn'd away Her dizzy eyes, lest they should see the fall Of her own Amadis. Nor plated shield, 335 Nor the strong hauberk, nor the crested casque, Stay that descending sword. Dreadful she moved, Like as the Angel of the Lord went forth And smote his army, when the Assyrian king, 340 Haughty of Hamath and Sepharvaim fallen, Blasphemed the God of Israel. Yet the fight Hung doubtful, where exampling hardiest deeds, Salisbury struck down the foe, and Fastolffe strove, And in the hottest doings of the war 345 Towered Talbot. He, remembering the past day When from his name the affrighted sons of France Fled trembling, all astonish'd at their force And wontless valour, rages round the field Dreadful in anger; yet in every man Meeting a foe fearless, and in the faith Of Heaven's assistance firm. Reaches the walls of Orleans. 350 The clang of arms Prepared, and confident of victory, Forth speed the troops. Not when afar exhaled That from some carcass-cover'd field of fame 356 360 In the long siege, to wreak upon their foes O'er the host 365 Howl'd a deep wind that ominous of storms Roll'd on the lurid clouds. The blacken'd night Frown'd, and the thunder from the troubled sky Roar'd hollow. Javelins clash'd and bucklers rang; What misery he had caused, and in the name Lo! where the holy banner waved aloft, The lambent lightnings play. Irradiate round, As with a blaze of glory, o'er the field 374 380 It stream'd miraculous splendour. Then their hearts Sunk, and the English trembled; with such fear : Possess'd, as when the Canaanites beheld 385 The sun stand still on Gibeon, at the voice Borne backward Talbot turns. Then echoed loud And darkness, hovering o'er on raven wing, Deem themselves safe the trembling fugitives; Nor of the host so late 410 415 419 A remnant had escaped, had not their chief, Not unobserved it rose The watchful guards on Tournelles, and the pile Call'd London, light their beacons. Soon the fires Flame on the summit of the circling forts Which with their moats and crenellated walls, Included Orleans. Far across the plain |