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Your majesty, I really think you... |
My dear loyal Tremoille, I know I can count on you... |
... as always, majesty... |
... to ensure our privacy. I need to talk to her. Alone. |
My captains have sworn their support. |
No doubt your captains will fight for your fine cause but what about the ordinary soldier? They don't fight for causes these days. They fight for money. Who's going to pay them? |
He's probably right let's call a delay... |
There's no time, sire we can't hold up the ceremony... there's no telling when the English might come back... they're only ten leagues away... |
Let them come! Let them see who's the true king of France! |
I... I don't know... it'll sound like we... betrayed her...? |
Noooo! |
There's no need to be afraid, sire. |
I'm... I'm not the king... |
I know you're not yet but you will be, soon. |
What was my mission? To help my country? But how could I do that? I was only a poor girl who knew nothing about riding or making war... so I decided to wait and not to speak to anyone about it. |
You did well... |
I didn't wait long. One day I was going to Mass, like I do every day, when the same strange wind started blowing again... |
... and what... what did he say? |
He said that I have to save France from her enemies and give her back to God, and He told me that I Jeanne will lead you to the altar at Rheims to be crowned King of France. |
I don't need lodgings if we're to be marching on Orleans... |
Orleans has held out for six months. I don't suppose a few days will make much difference. Take some rest. |
Ah, Jeanne... come here...! This whole coronation idea of yours is a fiasco... nothing is ready... |
... You look wonderful... |
... and my crown doesn't fit and... Really?? |
Get them out of here! |
Now hold on you're not captain here... on the battlefield perhaps, but not in the royal bedchamber! |
Why did you betray me? Paris was ours for the taking! All I needed was another few hundred men... Why did you take back the army you gave me? |
Gave you? Well now, I wouldn't quite put it like that... |
So how would you put it? |
Well... we are, of course, enormously grateful for your past efforts, but your task is done. Now it's time for negotiation... and after many months of skillful work, our dear Tremoille is about to seal a treaty with our Burgundian friends who will no longer lend their support to the English. You see, my dear Jeanne... as it is written in the Bible, "to everything there is a season: a time for war, and a time for peace"... |
Peace will only be got from the English at the end of a lance! |
Why do you have to be so bloodthirsty? Do you enjoy it? All that blood and noise and pain? Diplomacy is far more civilized... far safer... and far cheaper... |
Your health and happiness has always been my first concern, Charles... ever since you were a little boy and I think I know you better than your own mother... |
You think? |
Mmmm. Yes. I know for example the sickness that plagues your heart. I know how painful it is for you... to have loved a father... without ever knowing if he really was yours. |
Wwwhat has that got to do with this Maiden? |
Who better than a messenger from God to give answers to your questions? |
You really think she's been sent... by God? |
You're a fine judge of character, Charles. It'll take you less than five minutes to expose her if she's a fake. But if she's not then she will give you your answers... and place the crown on your head. |
You will?? |
For the sake of France, Charles. And for the sake of my grandson. |
It's true. There's only one king... people need to be reminded of that. Nevertheless... Jeanne has done so much for us... |
I assure you, Charles, the Maiden has no greater admirer than myself. But whatever our personal feelings, we cannot allow her to conduct her own private war. For the sake of the kingdom, it is imperative that you stop her going to Compiegne... |
I... I can't stop her. |
Don't worry, Charles. If God is still with her, she will be victorious. We're not her judges... we're just spectators. Let her go to Compiegne, as you let her go to Orleans, and let God decide her fate. |
But... her army's so small now... |
Then her faith will have to be bigger. |
Good day, sir. I trust my honorable Duke of Burgundy is feeling well? |
He's feeling wonderful. |
Thanks be to God. |
And your Duke? The Duke of Bedford? |
Not so well, I regret to say. This business with the Maiden... it's caused him endless grief and torment. That's why he's entrusted me with the task of... shall we say... |
Buying her? |
This word is regrettably appropriate for the situation. In fact what we the Church wish to do is determine whether or not this girl is sent by God, as she claims. You understand that we cannot allow just anybody to abuse God's name in this manner... |
I understand. How much? |
20,000?! But... I heard King Charles was... financially embarrassed. |
Don't look at the cost, look at what it brings. What is your last offer? |
Oh, thank you Lord! I'm so glad to see you! I need to confess... I haven't been confessed since Easter... or been to Mass... Will you hear me now? |
I will hear you... but not now, not here. |
Who are you? |
Pierre Cauchon, Bishop of Beauvais. As you were captured in my diocese, the duty of conducting the trial falls upon me. |
Trial? What trial?? |
Your trial, Jeanne. On a charge of heresy. |
But... the King my king didn't he pay my ransom? |
It seems that the English care more about you than the French. |
The English?? |
Yes. They paid your ransom... tomorrow you will be transferred to their great castle at Rouen. |
Take the Holy Gospels in your hand and swear to tell the whole truth concerning everything you will be asked. |
I don't know what you're going to ask me questions about. You may ask things that I won't want to answer. |
You will swear to tell the truth about whatever you are asked. |
I will willingly swear to tell the truth about earthly things, but as for my revelations, I've never told anyone except my king... Charles the Seventh... the one and only king of France. |
You must take the oath! Not even a king, would refuse to take an oath to tell the truth in a matter of faith. |
I will willingly swear to tell you what I am allowed to tell you, but as to the rest, even if you threaten to cut off my head, I still won't tell you. |
So... begin by telling us your name assuming you're allowed to tell us that much? |
My name is Jeanne. My little cross I had round my neck was taken away from me. I would like to have it back. |
Show us a little more cooperation first. Where were you born? |
In a village called Domremy. |
How old are you? |
Nineteen... or thereabouts... |
Were you baptized? |
Yes. In the church at Domremy. |
Recite the Lord's Prayer. |
Not unless you hear my confession. |
Jeanne, listen to me very carefully. We are all men of faith, and we shall earnestly strive for the salvation of both your soul and body as though it were our own. We do so in the name of our Holy Mother Church, who never closes her arms to those who would return to her. But we cannot help you unless you submit to our learned judgment and authority. Take heed of this charitable admonition, for if you persist in refusing our help, then we shall have no choice but to abandon you to the secular powers, and I think you know well enough the punishment that would await you. So now... will you please recite Our Lord's Prayer? |
Not unless you hear my confession. |
Jeanne be careful you're not helping yourself by refusing to submit to our judgment... |
And you be careful, you who claim to be my judges, for you too will be judged one day...! |
Jeanne, you are not helping yourself. If you don't answer our questions properly, your refusal will be taken into account. |
These questions have nothing to do with your trial. |
I assure you they do. So... answer me... when was the last time you heard this voice? |
Not long ago... |
When exactly? A day, a week when? |
Last night. |
What were you doing when the voice came? |
Praying. |
The voice was in your cell? |
Yes. |
What did it tell you? |
Many things... |
Did it give you advice? Good advice? |
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