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Yes... a halfsteed... white. |
Who gave you that horse? |
My king. |
How many did he give you? |
Five steeds and a few hackneys... |
As much as for a Lord? What an honor! Did your king give you other wealth apart from horses? |
No. |
What about all those dresses you were given... silk dresses weren't they? |
Yes, I was given a few, but I never had time to wear them... |
Still, pretty wealthy for a peasant girl wouldn't you say? |
And you look pretty wealthy for a servant of God, wouldn't you say? |
So who gave the order to bring me to this side of the river?? |
Hey, my friend! I'm glad to see your ugly damn face again! |
La Hire, I'm warning you don't swear! |
Sorry Jeanne... Did you both meet already? |
Jeanne, let me introduce the king's half brother, the dogged Lord Dunois. |
Then, Lord Dunois, show me the way to the other side of the river... |
Jesus Christ... the goddamn English will pay for this! |
They will and so will you if you go on swearing like that. |
What happened? Who gave the order to attack? |
God knows, but it was a bad idea! |
Were the men confessed? Where are the priests? |
I swear I'll never swear again in my life if you save her life! But I'm warning you, if you let her die, then you're the biggest... |
Don't swear... |
Physicians are a waste of time. You'll have more luck with this charm of mine... it saved my life at Agincourt! |
I'd sooner die than use magic! |
Prepare these as batteringrams! |
What's the use? The drawbridge is up! |
Not for long... |
We... won?! |
Won?! Such a small word will never do! This is victory, Jeanne, this is... glory! |
You call this... glory...? All this... this blood... this smell of... |
... the smell of victory, Jeanne! Mmmmmmm! I love it! |
It's not possible... |
Take mine instead here smash mine first! |
Jeanne... get up... this is ridiculous... |
If you kill him, you kill me! |
Jeanne... the man hasn't been paid for six months that's his only reward. Let him take a few teeth... |
A few teeth... that's the price of his life? |
Jeanne, if you don't mind... I'll stay standing... this armor... it's a nightmare to get back up... |
I said, kneel! |
You don't believe me anymore? |
We still believe in you, Jeanne. If it were up to me, I'd chase every goddamn Englishman into the ocean. But it's not up to us anymore it's up to the king... |
Stop it! What are you doing? |
Nothing... just taking his teeth. |
But you can't just kill a man for his teeth! |
Why not? He has good teeth... |
Because... because you just can't! |
Besides, what about these...? |
That's different... I mean... we were fighting for a... for a cause! |
Yeah... |
Here take this instead. |
Tell us, Jeanne... why did you jump from the tower at Beaurevoir? |
I had been sold to the English. I'd rather die than fall into their hands. |
Did your voice tell you to jump? |
No... |
So when you jumped, you wanted to kill yourself? |
No...! |
How can you deny it when you just said "I'd rather die than fall into the hands of the English"...? |
That's now what I meant... |
Do you not know that suicide is a very grievous sin? No one is allowed to destroy the life that God created! |
I know, but that's not the way things happened... |
You mean it was not of your own free will that you were on the ledge? |
Yes, but... |
And you didn't jump of your free will? |
No! |
Oh? Perhaps someone pushed you then? |
Who told you to wear men's clothes? |
The clothes are not important... |
You also cut your hair short like a man, and in the Bible it clearly states that it is an abomination for a woman to pretend to be a man! It proves your desire to deceive... |
It was just... more convenient as I was among soldiers... |
So you think you did well to cut your hair and dress as a man? |
I... submit to Our Lord. |
But will you also submit to the decision of the Church? |
It seems to me that the Church and Our Lord are one and the same. Why must you complicate what is so simple? |
And... what does Jeanne think? |
I don't think. I leave that to God. I'm nothing in all this, I'm just the messenger. |
We return to Orleans... across the bridge, at the Tourelles. |
But the bridge has been pulled down! |
The English are rebuilding it. |
Clear? |
Perfectly. |
You look disappointed... Isn't this what you wanted? |
No... not like this... |
For weeks you've been asking for this... well now you have it! |
Jeanne... let him do it. One more dead body's not going to make any difference, so who cares? |
I care! And I care because God cares! All life is precious to God even his even yours and mine... |
Bravo! What about all the other hundreds of prisoners? Do we let them go too? |
Maybe... I don't know... but first we have to confess... |
Jeanne... The men are exhausted! |
I know, but so is the enemy they're falling back Paris is ours...! |
Jeanne... we're not enough... |
So... bring up the reinforcements! |
Reinforcements? Where?? |
Right behind us Dunois with another then thousand men! |
Jeanne, look behind you. |
Never look behind only ahead! |
Do you know how to count? |
Of course I do? Bring them up! |
Jeanne... that is not ten thousand reinforcements that is one hundred very loyal but very tired soldiers. |
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