MARGOT and LOUISON join them.

LOUISON.
We shall again behold our sister, Margot!
How my heart beats!

MARGOT.
                        In majesty and pomp
We shall behold her, saying to ourselves:
It is our sister, it is our Johanna!

LOUISON.
Till I have seen her, I can scarce believe
That she, whom men the Maid of Orleans name,
The mighty warrior, is indeed Johanna,
Our sister whom we lost!

[The music draws nearer.]

MARGOT.
                        Thou doubtest still!
Thou wilt thyself behold her!

BERTRAND.

                        See, they come!