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Ee that village below us--look out through the branches--that is
Dom-remy, where she was born. That spire just at the edge of the
wood--you saw that? It is the basilica they have built to her memory. It
is full of pictures of her. It stands where the old beech-tree, 'Fair
May,' used to grow. There she heard the voices and saw the saints who
sent her on her mission. And this is the Gooseberry Spring, the Well of
the Good Fairies. Here she came with the other children, at the festival
of the well-dressing, to spread their garlands around it, and sing, and
eat their supper on the green. Heavenly voices spoke to her, but the
others did not hear them. Often did she drink of this water. It became a
fountain of life springing up in her heart. I have come to drink at the
same source. It will strengthen me as a sacrament. Come, son, let us
take it together as we go to our duty in battle." Father Courcy stood up
and opened his old black bag. He took out a small metal cup. He filled
it carefully at the spring. He made the sign of the cross over it. "In
the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit," he murmured,
"blessed and holy is this water." Then he held the cup toward the
soldier. "Come, let us share it and make our vows together." The bright
drops trembled and fell from the bottom of the cup. The soldier sat
still, his head in his ha