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The King was up , too , and drew his sword , and took it by the blade and strode to Joan and delivered the hilt of it into her hand , saying : `` There , the King surrenders . Carry it to Paris . '' And so the applause burst out again , and the historical council of war that has bred so many legends was over . 39 We Win , But the King Balks IT WAS away past midnight , and had been a tremendous day in the matter of excitement and fatigue , but that was no matter to Joan when there was business on hand . She did not think of bed . The generals followed her to her official quarters , and she delivered her orders to them as fast as she could talk , and they sent them off to their different commands as fast as delivered ; wherefore the messengers galloping hither and thither raised a world of clatter and racket in the still streets ; and soon were added to this the music of distant bugles and the roll of drums -- notes of preparation ; for the vanguard would break camp at dawn . The generals were soon dismissed , but I was n't ; nor Joan ; for it was my turn to work , now .