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I was forty times more fond of my banner than my sword. |
And why was that? Did it have some particular value or power? |
No, it's just... a sword is a weapon. |
And? |
And so I... I prefer my banner. |
Why? |
To avoid killing anyone. |
Are you saying that if you had not been carrying your banner you'd have killed more people? |
No, of course not... I never killed anyone... |
Then perhaps the temptation to kill would have been stronger... too strong perhaps...? |
No! I warned the English to go back home I begged them not to force us to fight they knew the defeat I would bring on them... why didn't they listen to me? |
We have numerous witnesses who can confirm that you were not always carrying your banner... |
Yes, probably... maybe... |
So sometimes you were carrying just your sword? |
Yes, but... |
Did you use the sword that you held in your hand? |
No, I... I held it up to... |
You held up your sword and flourished it about in the air? Like this? |
Yes, maybe... I don't remember... |
... so you were in the middle of the battlefield, with your sword in your hand, waving it above your head... charging against the enemy, screaming and yelling... fighting for your life... and you want us to believe that in the middle of all this excitement you never killed anyone? |
No, I... I never killed anyone! |
Jeanne's alive! |
Good. |
We have to press home the attack! |
Sound the retreat... |
But I promised Jeanne we'd fight on! |
I made no such promise. Sound the retreat for the night! |
But that was her order! |
I'm fed up with taking her orders. She swore she'd defeat the English before nightfall, instead of which she goes and plays the fool and gets herself nearly killed! Look at the mess we're in! That's her mess, not mine...! We're worse off then if she'd never come at all! ... now do as I say and Sound the Retreat! |
Listen, please accept my apologies for... you know, me pretending to be the... well it wasn't really my idea... well, yes it was my idea but... |
Do you think I could have some water? |
I would like some fresh straw. |
Louis... water and fresh straw! |
And I would like to see a priest. |
Now? |
Yes. I didn't confess today. |
Right. Raymond... a priest. |
I shall also be needing a war horse mine is too slow and armor and a good sword and an artist to make me a banner. |
Now? |
Better today than tomorrow. |
Well... uh this might take a little time but let me see what I can do. |
I also need someone who can read and write. |
This I can do. I was studying at the University of Paris till the English invaded it. |
I thought you were an archer? |
Yes, I am. I'm an archer who can read and write. Who do you want to write to? |
The King of England. I want to give them the chance to leave Orleans in peace before I get there. |
Who do they think I am?! |
Jeanne, calm down. You can't blame the people they've been hearing all about you for weeks. |
There's nothing to hear I haven't done anything. And why haven't I done anything? Because none of you will listen to me!! |
Jeanne, stop it! |
How dare you stop me doing God's will! |
He didn't tell you to cut all your hair off...! |
How dare you tell me what God tells me to do! |
Alright, whatever but since He's not going to come down and cut it himself, at least let someone cut it properly! |
What did they say? |
Uh... they said... they will think about it. |
Good. |
But... to be honest... I don't think they'll leave tomorrow. |
What's going on?! |
They've started the battle without me! |
Not so... easily. Why aren't you... fighting...? go on... we're almost there... |
Jeanne, you've been badly wounded... |
No, it's... it's nothing, it's... |
Alright... I promise to rest if you promise... to go back to the battle. |
I promise... |
The king said you're his finest archer...? |
Well... |
Come with me... |
Jeanne, calm down, do you hear me? Are you alright? |
Yes... |
It's over, Jeanne. We won, just as you said! |
I'll go. |
Jeanne, no... |
Jeanne...! Are you alright? |
Yes. Yes, I'm fine... We need more brushwood! Why are you staring at me like that? |
Because there's an arrow in your leg. |
Jeanne... the king has ordered us not to ride with you anymore. |
So... what am I supposed to do now? |
They've abandoned me... like everyone. |
What... what do you mean? |
It's been weeks since they spoke to me. Since the coronation... no signs... nothing... |
Maybe their silence is a sign...? Maybe it's a sign to go home? |
It's not time yet. My mission is not over yet. There is still more I must do before I can really finally go home. |
But how do you know that these these voices aren't really just well, you. |
Well of course they're me! That's how God talks to me. If you listen hard enough, even you can hear him. Everyone can hear him. |
But I hear so many voices... one voice saying one thing, another voice saying the opposite love your enemy, kill your enemy what is good, what is evil...? |
All you have to do is stop talking and just listen. |
But how do you know what you hear is the truth? |
I don't know it. I feel it. |
You make it sound so simple... |
The truth is always simple... it's you, Jean, who's making things complicated. |
Me?! It's not me, it's God who makes everything complicated! If he's allpowerful, why not let the English stay on their island in the first place? And why let this war go on for a hundred years? And why send you out to fight when a girl like you should be at home with your family? Why, why?! |
So... even you don't believe in me anymore... |
Jeanne... I believe in you... more than anyone... |
If you really want to help me, there's one thing you can do. |
Tell me... |
Tell the king to give me more men. |
That's not what I asked... Why do you want to marry me? |
You listen to your voices, I listen to my heart. |
What did the king say? |
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