All language subtitles for Joan of Arc Cd 1

by disposition of the divine mercy, it
was done most opportunely that Job,

child of God, daughter of France, today
be placed among the number of the

saints.

whose history is recorded here, lived
only 19 years on this earth.

She was born in 1412 in the village of
Dorémy on the marches of Lorraine.

At a time when France, losing the
Hundred Years' War, was overrun by her

enemies, her cities ruined, her farms
stripped bare, her people hopeless.

But the enemies of France did not reckon
on the girl Joan.

praying in the little ruined church of
her village.

As she knelt there, the voices of her
saints spoke to her again and again,

urging her to become a soldier, to lead
the armies of France to victory,

to crown the Dauphin at Reims.

Impossible things they asked of her, and
asked again.

The kingdom of France.

Jeanette?

Jeanette?

Jeanette Durand is here. We're to give
him breakfast. See to it.

What ails you, girl?

Why are you always alone and listen to
no one and answer as if you're in a

dream? It's well to love your church,
burnt though it is, but to think of

nothing else.

To look at me without seeing me.

To forget your friends and keep always
to yourself. This cannot be good.

You've become a strange girl, Jeannette.

I don't trust you.

I can't trust you.

Go and make breakfast.

The more I was hiding, I could watch
them. I could see them looting.

Burning, murdering. They burned
everything in their path.

But, Uncle, were the soldiers English or
Burgundians?

Burgundians. About 60 of them.

Mounted and armed.

Burgundians are English. They lead the
same trail.

I can't understand the Burgundians.

French killing French. They're deceiving
their own people.

Oh, it's not only the Burgundians that
betray us, Durant.

Our last king promised us to the English
before he died.

Queen Mother sold us out for English
gold.

Our lords are fighting among each other.

Young Charles, our king, crown prince,
our Dolphine, whatever you call him.

He's too weak to keep order and too poor
to pay his debts.

I saw Rebo at the market.

He lost an arm in the fighting at
Orleans.

Oh, poor Rebo.

They may take Orleans.

They will take it.

They've surrounded our last great city.

The folk within the wall have nothing
but their despair and their hunger.

There's no hope for relief, and they
can't hold out much longer.

If only it falls, it means the end of
France.

Well, I want to be home before my wife
hears word of the raid.

Get your pitchforks in the side. We're
going down to the fallow field.

Keep your hands busy and keep your mind
on what's going on about you.

Well, thank you, Isabel. Thank you.

Goodbye, John.

Don't mind it, Jeannette.

We know you're a good and gentle girl,
but there's a dream he has about you.

Makes him moody and angry.

A dream?

He dreamed you went away with soldiers,
with an army.

First he thought you'd been carried
away.

Then it seemed you went of your own free
will.

He dreamed I went away with an army?

He's dreamed it more than once.

He told us too, John and me. He said
he'd drown you in the river Mears before

a thing like that should happen. And if
he were not here, he charged us to do

it. Yeah.

Sweet God, have pity on me.

Help me in this trouble.

It's more than four years since I first
heard the voices in my father's garden.

Again and again your saints tell me that
I must go.

How can I save France? How can I lead
the Dauphin to his coronation?

I'm only a poor girl of the farms. I've
never seen a king or an army.

I'm not fitted to speak to great people
or go among them.

All this time I have tried to make a
beginning, but I can find no way, so

nothing is done.

I know that...

Every day now we lose, France. I still
don't know how to go about what is asked

of me.

So I do nothing.

Forgive me, forgive me.

For I am helpless and in anguish.

Will a voice come and say that I am
forgiven?

I have tried with all my soul. I have
tried.

But then I must go and do what I can
without knowing

how.

Jeanette, did I forget something?

No, only Uncle Durant.

I must go to Vaucouleur to take me with
you.

To Vaucouleur?

Yes.

Your father said nothing about this to
me.

Your mother said nothing about it.

No.

Well, this is very strange, Jeanette.

You want to buy something in the city?

I'm to speak to Sir Robert de
Baudricourt.

What about?

Why would you speak to the king's
captain?

I can't tell you, Uncle Durand.

Then I can't take you.

I shall walk, then.

Even if I wear my legs to the knees, I
must go.

It may be that I do wrong, but come.

Next. Girard, Monsieur, Sir Robert.

Monsieur, you're late with your taxes.

They've gone in my house, Sir Robert.

Stole my grain.

I'm going to give him till next harvest.

You're in Luxor?

That is Rio Village, you're not due yet.

I know, Sir Robert.

This is... This is my niece.

She's the daughter of Jacques d'Arc, of
Domremy. Yes, yes.

She wishes to speak with you.

I... I... Yes, yes, go on, girl, speak
up, tell me.

I... I bring you a message, Sir Robert.

You must send me to the Dauphin.

My lord commands it.

A lord?

I am your lord.

My lord is the king of heaven.

That's a point, that's a point.

But I am to lead the Dauphin's armies.

To lead his armies?

When did the Dauphin have an army? And
women don't lead armies, girl, they

follow. If you want to become that, a
camp follower can be arranged.

But I'm to save France.

To save France?

Go home, girl, and don't be an idiot. If
it were possible to save France, it

would have been done long ago.

We'd have done it ourselves, eh, Demet?

But the war will change.

When I come to the aid of the Dauphin, I
must lead him to his coronation.

Laxar, take this moony girl home.

And tell her father to box her ears.

But you must send me to the Dauphin. I
must save Franz. I'm sorry, Sir Robert.

I didn't know what she was going to say.

I'll take her home.

What a fool you made out of me. If I'd
known that you were going to say... I

didn't want to bring this on you, Uncle
Durand, but there was no other way, and

I had to speak to him. You had to. Your
father will never forgive me, never in

the world. Hush, cousin.

Make way!

Jeannette!

No, Jeannette, come back.

Sir Robert has spoken.

Sir Robert, you must send me out if they
fight in the war.

Orleans is in great danger, and even
today a battle is raging.

What? Orleans is 200 leagues from here.
Nobody knows what's going on there.

Sir Robert!

Sir Robert!

Jeannette! I tell you, there's fighting
this very day, and it goes against us.

You must listen. You must hear me.

Child, we all want to save France, but
France has dwindled down to a tiny patch

without a king, without even a champion,
and there's no saving it. Go home. Go

home to your father, child.

There's a very strange things you say,
girl.

Yes, they are strange.

I'm sent here to speak to Saurobert.

But you saw that he cares neither for me
nor for my words. Nevertheless, before

the middle of Lent, I must be with the
Dauphin.

Believe me, I'd rather go home and spin
with my mother, for this is not my

proper place.

But there's not one person in the world,
not among kings or nobles or princesses

who can bring help to the France we
love.

Not one save this maid you see before
you.

It's not because of anything in me, but
because the king of heaven wishes it so.

Have you heard of a prophecy?

There's a prophecy that a maid from
Lorraine will save France.

Have you heard it?

No, I know nothing of a prophecy.

After a year, I was told that I must go.

I must save Orléans and drive the
English from French soil.

Do your parents know of this, Janet?

No, I have told no one.

Not that I was asked to keep silent,
but... I knew my father would forbid

me to go.

What are we to do?

I know you have to go back, Uncle, but I
must stay until Sir Robert will listen

to me.

You must stay.

Yes, I must.

I'll stand at his gates until he passes,
and if there is no room for me, I'll

sleep in the fields.

What I am commanded to do, I do.

Leave her here with me, Duran.

I'll take care of her.

What if I meet your father?

Must you tell him you brought me here?

You're safe enough here and I can leave
you, but...

But what, Uncle?

No good will come of it.

I won't say nothing good of it.

Why are you here again?

You know Sir Robert won't see you. Go
home, girl, and don't come back

tomorrow.

That's she coming down.

Forgive me, but are you the maid?

I'm Joan, daughter of Jacques d'Arc. We
heard about you in Ligny. We wanted to

see you.

And to tell you that we believe in you.
We prayed for you. We had a message for

you last Sunday.

Thank you.

I know that your prayers will help.

The gates were locked in my face again.

Mother.

I came to take you home, Jeannette.

You must come home, Jeannette.

A dark dream has crept over you for a
little while, but it's done no harm, and

soon it'll be gone. And when it's gone,
no one will think of it.

But come home.

I never wanted to hurt you, Mother.

For I love you more than anyone else in
the world.

But if I had a hundred fathers and a
hundred mothers, I... I could not go

back. I must go forward now.

Then tell me where, Jeannette.

Toward what would you go?

There we go again.

That's the one.

Exactly two weeks ago you came to see me
and spoke of a battle.

Today a courier came with messages.

There was indeed a great battle on that
day.

And a heavy defeat for the Dauphin.

How did you learn this?

Have you studied witchcraft?

Surely you know I have not.

That is just what we do not know.

Father Fournier.

Put in a question.

If you are a thing of evil and sent from
Satan, depart from

us. But if you are good and from God,
come near.

I ask your blessing, Father.

And I ask that whatever is evil fly far
from me, and whatever is good remain to

help our cause and the cause of France.

And she's no sorceress, Sir Robert.

Whatever you have heard her say, whether
prophecy or not, the devil has no

pardon.

Thank you, Father.

You still wish to go to the Dauphin?

My lord has commanded me to go.

These two gentlemen wish me to send you
forth on this wild mission of yours.

They're willing to ride with your
escort. To me, it seems like a fool's

errand, but they believe you may help
our country.

And if there's a chance of that, I don't
want to put anything in the way.

Then it shall all come true.

Goodbye, my child.

Ever since I heard you speak, I've gone
about in a kind of dream, for I've never

yet seen clearly where I must go or what
I must do with my life.

And suddenly, when I heard your voice,
it seemed to me that I knew.

I come to be your follower.

Thank you.

You're the first.

And I'm quite willing to be the second.

When do we set out?

Today rather than tomorrow. Tomorrow
rather than the day after.

The Dauphin is at Chinon.

That's a long way through enemy country.

So prepare yourself for a rough and
dangerous winter ride.

Fetch me boys' clothing.

I'll dress as a man.

This is wrong, and I'll always know it
was wrong.

No, Mother.

I was born for this.

Jeanette, the town folk have brought you
a horse for your journey.

There, it's finished.

Why, you, you... You make a handsome
lad.

I've sent a messenger ahead with my
letter to the Dauphin, so they'll expect

you.

Dome, have you ridden before?

By the time we reach, you know I shall
ride well.

Take care that you ride only by night.
The news of your coming will run ahead

like fire and the enemy will wear the
watch for you.

I fear them not.

No sword.

Here.

Take mine.

A mother bears children and gives them
to the world and she thinks she knows

them well.

But she doesn't know them at all.

And now you must go.

Guard her well. You have many leagues to
ride and icy rivers to cross.

Go to the shrine of Lupi, Mother, and
pray for us.

Go then, maid of Lorraine. I expect but
little of you.

But go, and come what may.

Well, tell us who you are.

Travelers, my friend, just travelers.

And who may you be?

I'm the head constable of Clairvaux.

We're honest men.

You may be, but I must look at you.

Are you a lad?

Let me tell you why we meet you here.

Well, tell us and let us go on.

There's a party of Burgundian soldiers
in our town.

They say that they're here to lay hands
on the maid from Lorraine.

The one that's coming to help the
Dauphin.

If one of you should be that maid, then
go round our village.

Thank you, Constable.

This does not concern us.

My wife sent two loaves of bread.

That was the best we could do.

Thank you again.

I'd like to, if you'll permit me to, lay
them in the hands of the lad myself.

If it should be that you're the maid
from Lorraine, I don't say that you are,

but if it should be, I have a message
for you from the people of Clairvaux.

It's this.

God go with you.

God go with you and save France and save
us too.

Now we can go to our homes, Nathan.

We've seen her and we've given her the
warning.

Those are the towers of Chinon.

Oh, we've come through safely.

We're here.

It has all been worthwhile.

And I shall see my dolphin.

Did you bring the gold, Tremouille?

Gold? Gold?

No, I did not.

You should bow when you come into the
presence, Duke.

Your attitude is slovenly.

You owe me money. Money? I have definite
information that you plan to abandon

your kingdom.

You're leaving us.

You're deserting us.

If I lent you 3,000 crowns, you'd
disappear to the north or the south and

I could whistle for my money. Not only
this loan in question, but the enormous

sums you already owe me.

Lend me a thousand.

It's safer. I can't go very far on that.

I'll need your signature.

I refuse to sign until I have the money.

I'll need your signature first.

Lackey, a quill for my lord.

You robber, you thief, you brigand.

Gentlemen, not before the court.

Before he lends me money, he demands my
signature at the bottom of a blank page.

And I know why.

Every time I borrow from him, he uses my
signature to sell some of my territory

to Burgundy to raise the money he lends
me.

It's not true.

But that's incredible, my lord.

That would be dishonest.

Not by his standards.

It's sound business practice.

I'm already so deep in debt to him that
I have to borrow money from him to pay

the interest on what I owe him. Let us
be fair, my sovereign.

If Tremouille charges you more interest
than is customary, he may be pardoned on

the ground that you're very unlikely to
come to your throne.

And if you don't, he'll never be paid.

Principle or interest?

Your own mother has said... Who believes
what my mother says?

Has said you're not the son of the last
king, and the history of her amours

would seem to substantiate... Enough
about my mother.

You intend going over to the English,
too, don't you, Archbishop?

No, I know. You're on both sides, both
of you. But less on mine every day

because I'm going down, and you think
maybe the time has come to let go and

let me drown.

I'm surrounded by thieves.

Not thieves, my lord. These men steal
kingdoms.

That makes them statesmen.

And you're slighting me too. Look at the
entertainment you provide.

Tumblers. Your majesty will forgive me
when he sees the next attraction.

What is it?

Does your majesty remember the poor mad
maid from Lorraine?

No.

Do I? The one Baudricourt wrote you
about.

She's been waiting at the inn, hoping to
see you.

Well, let her wait.

She's here now.

She's on the threshold.

I promise you, if you lend me your
throne for a moment, I'll lay the whole

court flat with laughter, and it'll cost
you nothing.

Very well.

My dear cousin, how pleasant to have you
here.

No, no, no. Sit with us and watch the
entertainment.

I have been watching, Charles, and I
couldn't believe my eyes.

Gaiety, frivolity, waste.

And a few leagues from here, all the
only last great city is dying.

And you let it die.

Your kingdom slips from you and you look
the other way. No more, Alasson. No more

if you love me. If I love you, I must
say more.

I've heard you're leaving us, Charles.

But you plan to abandon France.

But you're the heart of France. What
have we left if you go?

And what does France mean to me?

A mad father who signed away my rights
with a treaty.

A mother who has declared me
illegitimate.

A sister who married the enemy king and
now is mothering the pretender to my

throne.

Do you wonder if I amuse myself?

I can't watch it.

My lord and fellow reprobates, we now
come to the final foolery of the

evening. This last may divert even you.

The last and the best. Will you know
what it is?

It's a play.

It's better than a play. A prophetess
has come from Lorraine, promising to

save France and crown our dope back.

The game is, we'll put the Count of
Clermont on the throne.

He will pretend that he is the
illustrious Charles.

And when the evening is over, I shall be
Dauphin by popular demand.

Fortunately, that's not enough.

Now, sit on the throne.

Please, a little obeisance, my good
people.

That's better.

Now, let her enter.

Let her enter, I say.

Three of you.

And which, may I ask, is the maid of
Lorraine?

I am the maid from Lorraine.

Who are these other maidens with you?

This is Tron de Metz and Bertrand de
Pullandry who came with me to guard me.

A family of three?

Sir, if you mean anything against the
maid or doubt our respect for her, I

advise you to watch what you say.

My apologies.

I'd rather nobody knelt to me.

Then nobody will.

I assure you, it's not a position one
chooses for comfort.

But come, here's our great Dauphin.

Here I sit waiting for the crown you
promised me, Maid of Lorraine.

See that I am crowned.

See that I am crowned at once.

Here.

Your Dauphin offers you his hand,
Maiden.

It is you I seek.

I've come a long way to find you and no
other can take your place.

God has spoken to me through his
messengers.

And it is his will that I come to aid
you and that you be king of France.

How did you know me?

I can tell you that when we are alone.

What is your opinion?

This girl is dangerous.

There must be a third party. I could
swear she was sent by your enemies.

My Dauphin, I say to you, from this hour
the war will change.

And your life will change.

The truth is, Joan, I'm not the sort of
person God would be very likely to be

interested in.

Truly, I'm not.

I'm no worse than the others here,
probably, but God bothers very little

with any of us, if you should ask me.

Now, I've been honest with you.

Be honest with me.

What is it you want?

Money?

Lands?

Presents?

I'm a poor man in spite of being... It
is not true that God takes no interest

in you.

You say that to hide yourself from me as
you just now hid among the women.

But God will find you out and make you
king.

This is an honest voice. Listen to her,
Charles.

I think you've come just in time.

For a moment, I thought you were the
dofer.

I'm his cousin, the Duke d'Aronçon.

I'm glad you're here, good Duke.

The more we gather of the royal blood of
France, the stronger is our cause.

Don't trust her, my lord.

I'm trying not to trust her.

But every time I look into her eyes, I
believe what she says is true.

More reason to distrust her.

Gentle Dauphin, if I tell you things so
secret that they are known to you

and God alone, will you believe that I
am sent by him?

Come with me, Joan.

from the plow. Bring your horse. Come
and join the maid's army.

Maid? She has no army. Then she'll soon
have one. Come along, Nicholas.

Men come flocking in by the thousand.

The maid's name is Magic.

My people believe in her. Then why do
you hold us back?

Why? Why? Why? The army's gathered. Men
are coming from everywhere.

Gold and jewels are dug from the ground
and poured into the treasury.

Grain and cattle you couldn't buy are
sent as gifts.

You ordered us to raise the army. We've
done it. But you still haven't given us

the word to march. Well, I couldn't very
well before the girl had been examined

by the archbishop and the officers of
the church.

But the examination is finished.

Twenty learned and loyal priests
questioned her for three weeks of foyer.

They sent to Doremi and to Vaucouleur
for all the available evidence about

her.

The church finds Joan untouched,
religious, and pure at heart, and says

so formally.

Yes, but though we find nothing except
good in her, still we're not certain

that it's wise to send her into battle.

At present, you're at least a live
dauphin, but if you throw yourself into

this war, you may lose not only your
kingdom, but your life.

I'm not going to lead the army.

She's going to lead it. A green country
girl leading an army of France? You'll

be the laughingstock of Christendom.

I've been there for a long time, thanks
to you.

And you.

For years you've tried to convince me
that I'm a pretender to my father's

throne. A scoundrel, an imbecile.

At times I've been inclined to believe
you.

But then she came and sought me out.
What did she tell you in the chapel?

I can't tell you that.

And I won't.

You'll tell us.

You never kept a secret in your life.

I shall keep this one.

The truth is, I don't yet know what I
want to do.

It's my own head, mind you, my own head
and my crown.

I don't know whether I want to risk
them.

But how long are we to wait? Are we
never to relieve Orlean?

The longer you wait, the wiser, Your
Majesty.

I'm not sure of that either.

Your Majesty.

My Dauphin, forgive my bad manners.

For days I've tried to see you, but the
guards said no. You were in council. My

dear Joan, that cloak becomes you. You
look radiant.

I thank you for it, my Dauphin. All
preparations are made.

Let us have action. Men of action and
not men of words.

Send me to Orléans and the sign you've
asked for will be given.

Now is the time.

There is always time, Joan. No, there is
not always time, my Dauphin.

Use me well, for I've told you I shall
last a year and but a little longer.

Come ride with us to Orléans.

If you wish me to say yes, you must not
ask for unreasonable things.

You must not ask me to lead an army.

I warn you again, Your Majesty.

It's not common sense to trust this
girl.

If it be God's will to deliver Orléans,
why do you need soldiers?

The soldiers will fight, and God will
give them victory.

If I could be sure.

You see, it's myself I'm not sure of.

I'm not sure I would make a good king.

What you need is faith in God.

When you have that, you'll have faith in
yourself.

I'm not sure God wants me to be king.

Why should God send me help when I am
what I am?

Put aside your doubts and fears, my
dauphin.

Be noble as I have dreamed you to be.

Be as God requires you to be. Be as
France needs you.

Your France.

Your nation and your people.

So helpless without you, but
unconquerable as soon as you turn your

trust to God.

Can you look at her face and doubt,
Mouloud?

No.

I do not doubt now.

Alençon, take her to the captains.

God is with this girl and will be with
her in back.

Does the arm appeal heavy to you?

No, I'm light and light-hearted. For I
shall meet the army and begin.

Hold my banner, hide along.

Just a minute.

I present you Joan, the maid.

This is Antoine.

The Ray.

The Boulot.

The Gaucourt.

Saint-Severt.

And this is La Hier.

Ha! By the wild bull of Bichon. It's a
girl.

And in harness!

Lear takes pride in being a plain, blunt
fellow without polish for anybody, so

think nothing of his greeting.

He fights well.

If he fights well, I shall like him.

That is not the question.

Well, come sit with us, Joan.

We shall all be working together, and we
must become acquainted. Was it my friend

Baudricourt who sent you to the Dauphin?

Yes.

How did he ever come to believe in you?

I don't think he ever believed in me,
sir.

Jean de Metz and Bertrand de Polonji
believed in me. And he sent me because

of them, I think.

In the history of France or the world, I
remember no name built up with such

suddenness. No enthusiasm so widespread.

No career advanced under such favorable
auspices.

Somebody of really portentous
imagination and skill must have cooked

this thing up.

What thing?

This virgin from the rain business.

You don't have to keep up appearances
with us, you know.

Do you know what he means?

Yes, I do.

You'll find her on a sense of air.

She's one of two things.

Either a charlatan or a fool.

For the first, I can't answer, for I
don't know what the word means.

If I'm a fool, God at least has not held
it against me.

Joan, I promise you that so long as you
don't try to give any commands, we shall

all get along well.

Oh, I shall not try to give any
commands. I wouldn't know what commands

to give.

By the rock of Moses, that's the first
sensible word I've heard you say, wench.

You stick to that, and by the thunders
of God, there'll be no trouble. Don't

swear, Lael.

Don't swear?

Now, by the black rod of... There must
be no swearing in this army among high

or low.

Do you want to strike the army dumb?
This must begin with you.

You said you would give no order, Joan.

Oh, but this is not a military order,
sir.

Surely you must see that.

But the army that is to march on Orleans
was raised in a holy cause.

I saw the men today.

There were women among them. They drank
and swore.

These things must cease, and every man
must go to confession before we march.

Before God? Don't swear, Laia.

But if you must, swear by my staff.

By my staff? What kind of an oath is
that?

No army was ever sent to confession.

If we gave such orders, we'd be laughed
at.

I shall give no such command.

Or any of us, you may be sure of that.

By the sores of Lazarus.

What war have its leaders had to sit in
council with a green country girl?

A pox on this silly dauphin of ours. Bad
enough when he was a plain coward. Now

he sends children to lead us.

She's not to lead us, your great arch.
She's to ride before us as sort of

symbol, a figurehead, for the soldiers
to rally around.

No, by the love of Janice and all these
two-faced Janissaries, she'll not rally

me around.

I don't expect she'll be of much help in
battle. Nevertheless, I'm grateful to

her. For what?

Well, giving us another chance.

There must be some other way to give an
order to the whole army.

It's the only one I know, Joan. You give
a general order through the captains and

they've refused you. But how can I tell
them? How can I do this?

I don't know. Truly, I don't.

Father Pasker, what am I to do?

I wish I could help you, for I know
you're all right. But I don't see how it

can be done.

Do you play this game often?

Every day, all day.

That takes it all.

From now on, there won't be much time
for games.

It's the maid.

The maid.

The maid. The one we follow.

Is there something we can do, perhaps?

Yes. Pick up your dice for a moment.

Pick up your dice, my friend.

They tell me that armies are like this,
that all armies are like this, and that

there's no changing them.

Yet we cannot have victory if we are not
worthy of it. But we came here because

you promised victory.

It is true that God has called us to the
work we are to do, but it is not enough

that God is on our side. We must be on
his side.

What are we to do, maid?

There must be no gambling. No gambling?

No, not even in secret.

And you must not swear and take God's
name in vain. What was that? No

swearing, the maid said.

And you must send away all your women.

No women. What's that?

There must be no camp followers.

She means us.

And before we march, each man must go to
confession and clear his soul of all

evil he has done.

What does she think we are, monks?

Be quiet, Savion. Let her speak.

Please hear me as many as can.

You see, there's no strength in me and
no strength in my hands.

There is no strength in any of our hands
great enough to win against the English.

Our strength is in our faith.

And if our faith is eaten away by little
things that God hates, then, though

there be a million of us, we shall be
beaten back and die.

Yes, come near.

And you men, too.

And those who cannot hear, give them
this message.

We can win only if we become God's army.

It is not easy to stand here before you
and ask this of you.

Perhaps it will not be easy to do.

But I know that if these things are
done, then though the English hang from

the clouds and ride on the whirlwind, we
shall beat them.

Though the arrows fall like hail from
the sky and the fearsome... veering of

steel, and the cannons speak and strike
like the thunderstones from heaven, yet

they shall be ours.

For this God has promised.

Our Father who is in heaven is our
leader.

He will be with us while we hallow his
name.

He will give us all we need, our daily
bread, our victory, and a land

that is forever free.

Come this way by order of Dunois,
bastard of Orléans.

He commands here? Yes, girl.

That must be he riding up to welcome
you.

Greetings, Dunois. Greetings, my lord.

You are most heartily welcome, my
friends.

More so since you bring the maid with
you.

If that is the city of Orléans, why did
you command us to approach by this side

of the river?

We should have ridden up boldly where
the English are strongest.

Then you are on the right side of the
river, maid.

You see those towers?

That's the Tourelle, the strongest
English fort.

If we take it, the other forts will
crumble.

Who commands at the Tourelle?

Sir William Glasdale.

He's the pick of the English captains.
I've fought him many times.

I'm commanded to warn this Englishman to
give up the fort and to save his life

and the lives of his men.

Take me to him.

William Glasdale. Who are you?

I am Joan, the maid.

Sir William Glasdale, and you men of
England who have no right to be in our

France.

The king of heaven sends you word by me
to abandon your forts and go back to

your own country.

And if you do not do so, I shall make
such a high high among you as will be

eternally remembered.

I come to tell you this.

perish in a lost cause and an evil war.

This is most generous of you, but I wish
to remind you of two things.

First, we are winning this war.

Second, if there is an evil cause, it is
your own.

Junois, Lahir, you have the devil on
your side.

We have God on ours.

I tell you, Sir William, it is of you, I
think, and of the many men who will die

if you do not heed my warning and
surrender now.

I have never feared sorcery.

and I'll take no warning from a harlot.

I've meant only well to you.

Take her out of Beauchard, bastard, or
one of these archers may put a shaft

through your pretty maid and spoil her
fun.

Come, John.

Salt cow!

Come on, woman!

Come and lose the road by which you
came!

Sorceress! Strumpet!

This is the hour.

Now is the time.

In God's name, strike!

It must come out, John.

Hold my amulet, maid.

It will conjure away your pain.

Thank you, my friend.

No, no thanks.

I'd rather die than use sorcery.

I'll cleanse your wound with oil and
dress it with lard.

Bind me.

And I'll lie here for a while.

Do you hear?

The tourelle has fallen.

No, Joan.

That's the note for recall.

We've been ordered to retreat.

Help me to my harness.

Child, you're wounded.

I don't feel it.

We've done all we can this day, Joan.
Our men are exhausted.

The English are just as exhausted.

We held a council and decided to
retreat.

You've been with your council and I've
been with mine.

And I say to you, the council of our
Lord is better and stronger than yours.

We need only to go forward in the
forties hours.

If she wants to attack, we attack.

When my banner touches the wall, we
shall have victory.