On April 30, Joan spoke first thing with The Bastard (Dunois), and, according to her page, Louis de Coutes, “Upon her return she was very angry because they had decided not to try an assault that day.”
And it was no wonder Dunois resisted the idea of an immediate assault. For the result coming out of the previous day’s fiasco, whereby Joan had been deceived into coming up the Loire on the far side of the river, was that her army was forced to march all the way back to Blois from where they had originated, which was the nearest crossing point. Dunois had talked Joan into staying at Orleans while her Captains went about correcting their egregious misjudgment. This put off the presence of the whole army for days. Still, Joan seemed quite ready to take whatever men at arms she had right then and drive the English out! She cared little for the “wise caution” of Dunois.
Poor Dunois has had a rough go since the moment he and Joan “got off on the wrong foot,” so to speak with regard to that whole “side of the river” mess. Joan is not an easy personality to manage, but we must admire his political instincts. Dunois is both soldier and politician.
However, he has met no one like Joan of Arc. Here he has met a saint and a very determined saint at that who knows nothing of political correctness and, further, who despises indecisive military councils in the way she despises being led on the wrong side of the river! Yet, with some sympathy, we must appreciate that Dunois’ army still smarted from the humiliating defeat of the “Herrings,” in the not-so-distant-past. He wanted to be very careful about attacking before the King’s reinforcements had arrived from Blois. I suppose I would have been just as “cautious”! Forgive me, Joan!
So, while waiting, Joan went out to survey the English positions of which several were within hearing distance of the city’s defenders. And here we find the poor girl getting into all sorts of trouble! As one might imagine, given Joan’s complete confidence in Our Lord’s assurance of victory and given her clear speaking simplicity, a rather odd, and even quaintly type of flare up occurred! Joan got into a bit of a yelling match with the enemy!
Louis de Coutes again tells us:
“She spoke with the English on the opposite embankment, telling them to go away in God’s name, otherwise she would drive them out. One of them, named The Bastard of Granville (from the French point of view a “renegade” Norman), traded insults with Joan, asking her if they really wanted them to surrender to a woman; he called the Frenchmen who were with Joan “worthless mackerels'” (a sexual insult).
That evening Joan, from the island of Belle-Croix, confronted more of the English situated at the rampart of the Tourelles:
“From there she spoke to Classidas (Glasdale) and to the other English in the Tourelles and told them that they should surrender for God’s sake and that their lives would then be saved. But Glasdale and those of his company answered in a very ugly way, insulting her and calling her “cowherd,” loudly shouting that they would burn her if they got hold of her.”
This was one promise that the English would keep.
Joan reacted to these insults in a most touching manner. As any young person might do in such a rough environment and before such terrible personal affronts and insults, she turned away and cried. She was, after all, only seventeen years old. But do not take those tears to be indications of weakness Mr. Glasdale, or you shall regret it dearly. You, sir, will hear more from Joan of Arc. And I would take off that heavy armor if I were you. You will find it much easier to swim without it.
Tomorrow – Dunois leaves to help bring in the reinforcements from Blois. He will be gone until May 4th. Joan spends her time riding about Orleans. The town is completely buzzing with excitement! Hope has dawned in Orleans!
Source: Pernoud, “Joan of Arc, Her Story”