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But... where is Dunois... where are the men the king promised me? |
He never sent them... Don't you understand? He doesn't want this war anymore... he has his crown now, that's all he ever wanted... |
But my voices... they promised me... |
To hell with your voices it's time to face facts! We have nothing to do here... none of us... not even you. You should go home, Jeanne. |
Brilliant idea... but to be really effective, why not send a whole army of virgins? |
That'll put fire in my soldiers! |
God... why of course we'd forgotten about him! Strange, I don't seem to remember seeing him at Agincourt. |
Damn right! |
Oh, but I forgot! It was a Sunday... that explains it. God's day off. |
I do love her when her fire gets well and truly stoked! |
Me too... |
There must be something we can do for her for Chrissakes! |
Yes. We can pray. |
Good idea... |
This is no good! |
No good? This is a disaster! |
My lord Dunois... I have wonderful news! finally he's sending her to us thanks be to God we're saved it's wonderful! |
Calm yourself, Xaintrailles. Now slowly. Who has finally done what? |
The Dauphin he's sending us food and supplies and an army led by Jeanne the maiden from Lorraine isn't it wonderful?! |
Yes, it's a miracle. |
And it's not the first one! They say she saved a little boy who was dying of... |
Xaintrailles...! Don't talk to me about miracles... If I was still sitting there waiting for a miracle, I'd be dead now. Anyway... |
But... don't you think we should at least... go and... welcome her? |
As long as she brings food and supplies, she'll be welcome. |
Were you sent by Lord Dunois? |
Yes... they were. |
Good. Where are the English? |
Everywhere. Where is the food? |
It's coming I rode on ahead. I have to speak with the Captain of the English army... his name's Talbot... |
I know... |
Good. Can you bring me to him? |
He's on the other side of the river. |
Wait, wait... |
For what? |
Because... because I mean the English have a broad sense of humor, but... I mean, you don't understand... to them you're a witch, working for the devil. What makes you think they'll listen to you? |
Because if they don't, I'll raise such a warcry against them that they will remember us forever! |
Well. I'd love to see that, but after taking counsel with my captains, I felt it would be better to first bring the food into the city, then wait till Alencon arrives with reinforcements before doing anything. |
You may have been with your counsel, but I've been with mine, and I'm telling you, God's counsel is wiser than yours, and he's telling me to speak to the English now! |
Fine go now if you want, but not with me! You may have a duty to God but I have a duty to my people, and my people are starving! So right now I'm going to take the food back to the city, and if you can please calm down, and let me accompany you to Orleans, it will be my honor to welcome you. |
So... what is the message? |
We offer the English a last chance to return home in peace. If they refuse, we recross the river and attack them here at the Tourelles. |
Jeanne, that really makes no sense at all. The Tourelles is virtually impregnable... besides, if we're on the other side of the river attacking the Tourelles, what's to stop Talbot attacking the city from the north? |
God. |
You know, I feel a great sorrow for you, because you're laughing now, but by tomorrow night some of you will be dead and having to repeat your jokes in front of God. |
Jeanne, with respect we can't just attack the Tourelles like that it's a very complicated matter and... |
What complicated about it? All you have to do is do what you're told what could be simpler than that? I'm the drum on which God is beating out his message beating so loudly it's bursting my ears but you're all so full of your own voices, you're deaf to His! |
"Be patient, be patient"... is that the only advice you can ever come up with?? I've shown more patience than a dozen saints! |
Jeanne, you have to understand it's not easy for us I mean for our pride to suddenly be usurped by a well, with all due respect, by a... girl. |
Ah, so that's it. To you I'm just a girl. |
Jeanne, put yourself in my shoes for a moment how would you feel, if you were me? |
Knowing what I know? Enormous gratitude. |
Dunois... was it you who ordered the attack? Answer me?! |
Can we uh discuss this later? |
Sooner is better than later! |
Position the longbows over there, crossbows over there and set up Dijon Culverins either side of those trees... |
The wind will be against us... |
The wind will be with us! Do as I say. |
What's going on? |
We're taking back the Tourelles! |
Jeanne, what are you doing with that... you've got it back to front... |
I know what I'm doing, so either lend a hand or go back to bed! |
Stand by with the batteringrams... |
We need another ten minutes... |
The bridge won't wait! |
Well...? Shall we go? |
Not yet. |
The English won't wait. |
5,000 gold crowns. |
That's not a lot. |
It is all his majesty can afford. He has even donated his very own personal savings. His majesty will greatly appreciate a gesture of good will in this delicate negotiation between our two families. |
I know... but the English want her very badly, and I have to tell you that they are proving much more generous. |
May I, without offending you, inquire how generous? |
20,000 gold crowns. |
8,000. We can't raise more... We can only place ourselves at the mercy of your generosity. |
I must offer to the Duke. I will give you his answer tomorrow. |
When you saw your king for the first time, was there an angel over his head? |
If there was, I didn't see it... |
Then why did your king believe in you without any proof? |
Go and ask him yourself. |
You told us about the appearance of this... voice. What exactly did you see? Part of it... or all of it? |
His face. |
Does he have hair? |
Yes. |
Is it long and hanging down? |
I'm more interested in what he says, not what he looks like. |
But if the devil were to take on the physical appearance of a saint or an angel... or a man... how would you recognize him? By what he said? |
Go on to the next question. |
That's enough! You will answer the question... or face the consequences! |
She pretends she's been sent by God! These charlatans it's a pity there isn't enough wood to burn them all! |
She says she'll be here tomorrow...! |
You mustn't see her, my lord. We know nothing about her... we don't even know if she is from Lorraine. |
What difference does it make where she comes from? |
If she comes from Burgundy it makes a difference. It might be a trap... Look... Signed "X". What sort of name is "X"? Or must we conclude that a messenger of God can't even write her own name? |
Not exactly. She wants you to give her an army at your expanse. Bearing in mind that your mother stole every last piece of gold in the treasury, I fail to see how you can afford such an adventure. |
I can see her if I want to. I mean, with half of France in the hands of the English, what have I got to lose? |
The other half. |
Your majesty, I urge you not to see this woman. It all reeks of a Burgundian trap! |
My astrologers assure me that the hour is pppropitious Leo, with Virgo rising. Have you ever noticed on the astrological chart how the Virgin is next to the Lion? |
Supposing she's an assassin? |
Tremoille, I'm not even king yet... who'd want to assassinate me? |
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