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a rag of that funeral left but the corpse; and finally the bull broke for the river and jumped in, and when they fished Uncle Laxart out he was nearly drowned, and his face looked like a pudding with raisins in it. And then he turned around, this old simpleton, and looked a long time in a dazed way at Joan where she had her face in a cushion, dying, apparently, and says:

ā€œWhat do you reckon she is laughing at?ā€

And old dā€™Arc stood looking at her the same way, sort of absently scratching his head; but had to give it up, and said he didnā€™t knowā ā€”ā€œmust have been something that happened when we werenā€™t noticing.ā€

Yes, both of those old people thought that that tale was pathetic; whereas to my mind it was purely ridiculous, and not in any way valuable to anyone. It seemed so to me then, and it seems so to me yet. And as for history, it does not resemble history; for the office of history is to furnish serious and important facts that teach; whereas this strange and useless event teaches nothing; nothing that I can see, except not to ride a bull to a funeral; and surely no reflecting person needs to be taught that.

XXXVII Again to Arms

Now these were nobles, you know, by decree of the King!ā ā€”these precious old infants. But they did not realize it; they could not be called conscious of it; it was an abstraction, a phantom; to them it had no substance; their minds could not take hold of it. No, they did not bother about their nobility; they lived in their horses. The horses were solid; they were visible facts, and would make a mighty stir in Domremy. Presently something was said about the Coronation, and old dā€™Arc said it was going to be a grand thing to be able to say, when they got home, that they were present in the very town itself when it happened. Joan looked troubled, and said:

ā€œAh, that reminds me. You were here and you didnā€™t send me word. In the town, indeed! Why, you could have sat with the other nobles, and been welcome; and could have looked upon the crowning itself, and carried that home to tell. Ah, why did you use me so, and send me no word?ā€

The old father was embarrassed, now, quite visibly embarrassed, and had the air of one who does not quite know what to say. But Joan was looking up in his face, her hands upon his shouldersā ā€”waiting. He had to speak; so presently he drew her to his breast, which was heaving with emotion; and he said, getting out his words with difficulty:

ā€œThere, hide your face, child, and let your old father humble himself and make his confession. Iā ā€”Iā ā€”donā€™t you see, donā€™t you understand?ā ā€”I could not know that these grandeurs would not turn your young headā ā€”it would be only natural. I might shame you before these great perā ā€”ā€

ā€œFather!ā€

ā€œAnd then I was afraid, as remembering that cruel thing I said once in my sinful anger. Oh, appointed of God to be a soldier, and the greatest in the land! and in my ignorant anger I said I would drown you with my own hands if you unsexed yourself and brought shame to your name and family. Ah, how could I ever have said it, and you so good and dear and innocent! I was afraid; for I was guilty. You understand it now, my child, and you forgive?ā€

Do you see? Even that poor groping old land-crab, with his skull full of pulp, had pride. Isnā€™t it wonderful? And moreā ā€”he had conscience; he had a sense of right and wrong, such as it was; he was able to find remorse. It looks impossible, it looks incredible, but it is not. I believe that some day it will be found out that peasants are people. Yes, beings in a great many respects like ourselves. And I believe that some day they will find this out, tooā ā€”and then! Well, then I think they will rise up and demand to be regarded as part of the race, and that by consequence there will be trouble. Whenever one sees in a book or in a kingā€™s proclamation those words ā€œthe nation,ā€ they bring before us the upper classes; only those; we know no other ā€œnationā€; for us and the kings no other ā€œnationā€ exists. But from the day that I saw old dā€™Arc the peasant acting and feeling just as I should have acted and felt myself, I have carried the conviction in my heart that our peasants are not merely animals, beasts of burden put here by the good God to produce food and comfort for the ā€œnation,ā€ but something more and better. You look incredulous. Well, that is your training; it is the training of everybody; but as for me, I thank that incident for giving me a better light, and I have never forgotten it.

Let me seeā ā€”where was I? Oneā€™s mind wanders around here and there and yonder, when one is old. I think I said Joan comforted him. Certainly, that is what she would doā ā€”there was no need to say that. She coaxed him and petted him and caressed him, and laid the memory of that old hard speech of his to rest. Laid it to rest until she should be dead. Then he would remember it againā ā€”yes, yes! Lord, how those things sting, and burn, and gnawā ā€”the things which we did against the innocent dead! And we say in our anguish, ā€œIf they could only come back!ā€ Which is all very well to say, but, as far as I can see, it doesnā€™t profit anything. In my opinion the best way is not to do the thing in the first place. And I am not alone in this; I have heard our two knights say the same thing; and a man there in Orleansā ā€”no, I believe it was at Beaugency, or

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