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I had a daughter, born in wedlock,

who had the sacraments
of baptism and confirmation.

I raised her in the fear of God,

respect for tradition of the Church,

in so far as her age
and simple condition permitted.

Having grown in fields and pastures,

she went to church often,

received each month the Eucharist,

fasted and prayed

with great devotion and fervour,

for the needs of the people
were so great

and for which she commiserated
with all her heart.

Even though she had never thought,

conceived or done anything
against the faith,

certain enemies
had her face a trial of faith,

and despite denials and appeals,

without help given
in favour of her innocence,

without the shadow of the law,

condemned her
in a damned and criminal way

and had her cruelly die by fire,

in damnation of their souls

and irreparable harm
brought to me, Isabelle,

and all of mine.

What is it?

You, Laxart? You bring me this pest?

Captain, forgive me... forgive her...

Sir, listen to me.

Quiet! I don't want to hear you.

I am speaking to your uncle,
you, man of Burey.

You are a brave man,
a good husband... strong?

- Yes Sir.
- It will not last.

Has she bewitched you,
this little goose,

or have you gone soft,
to return here with her?

Neither, Captain.

Forgive me...
she hasn't changed her mind.

And me?

I change as I change shirts?

Six months ago I was kind to listen...
What did I say?

Monseigneur,

Captain, I obeyed...

What did I say?

Bring her to her parents...

After having slapped her copiously.

I wouldn't be wasting my time
with a log like you.

A good slap...
Should have done it myself!

It was jest.

It had to be so.

He called me a log.

The third time will be good.

Vaucouleurs en Barrois,
mid-January 1429

Almost ready.

Jeanne!

Where is she?

With my wife! Where else?

Who knows... We can't hold her.

Bring a bottle and two glasses.

May I stay tonight?

- Three weeks if you wish.
- Are you deaf?

No need. I want to be in by night fall.

For the road. It's this year's brew!

Goodbye, uncle.

What do you say?

I am not leaving.

Don't look at me so.
I'm ashamed, but I must stay.

Fool's party is over.

I am not crazy.

Have you thought of your father?

What will I tell him?

Tell him the truth.

Henri, help me.

I'd like to beat her, but I can't.

Catherine told me I could stay.

Women! Women! Cholera!

Don't say bad things of women.

Without them...
a drop on your father's pants.

Drunk by three flies.

I said nothing.

I might drink a shot.

I know I bother.

But I too, I am in sorrow.
For a long time.

Then why insist?

I don't insist. I obey.

She obeys!

You obey me?

Not you, uncle. Forgive me.

She talks in riddles.

I can't help it. I have to go
to France, see the dauphin.

The kingdom is in peril and I,
none other, can save it.

We will see.
In the meantime, we must go home.

Why not believe her?
Haven't you heard the prophecy?

What prophecy?

"The kingdom lost by a woman,

"saved by a virgin of Lorraine..."

It is said in Lorraine. In Champagne...

It's true! Everyone knows.

You don't believe, you are afraid.

That is how you will lose.
The kingdom is in ruins.

Listen to her! Hear her speak.
No one speaks like her.

Gold flows from her mouth.

Everyone will hear her!

They will come here.

Yes, all the idle...
And we will feed them...

You are too foolish!
She will sleep with me!

I renounce. I'll go to your father.

He will pierce me.

You know well not.

He will cry. And mother will cry.

And you too. And I too, thinking of you.

The Meuse will overflow.

I'll return, Jeanne.

Won't you kiss me?

In one year, I've gained ten.

And Jeanne stayed in my house
for three weeks.

Like a woman with child,
she felt the wait to see the Dauphin

was neverending.

What is she doing?

She sits on the chest.

What is she doing?

Nothing. Not moving.

Her eyes shine, her lips move.

She speaks? Says something?

I hear nothing.

Her cheeks are red, so red! Like enamel!

Is there light coming from her?

No, just the light of the lamp.

Call her.

You call her.
When she is so, I don't dare.

The sixth time he sings,
she doesn't move.

Come and eat, it's ready!

Did she hear?

I don't know. She doesn't move.

The days went by, as immobile

Baudricourt isn't a bad captain,

but they won't let it drop.

Will they attack again?

After failing last time?

This is the last royal enclave
in the region

so they won't leave us be.

They're all around us.

Like in Orleans.

Yes, like in Orleans - or nearly so.

I'm glad I'm not there.

Here we can still breathe;

they're encircled like a barrel.

Can't be much fun.

Is the Loire still frozen in February?

If the Loire is frozen

it's very dangerous
when the sun warms it.

It's easy to fall through and drown.

I've seen it.

I was in the King's troops before.

I know, Jacques.

Not the Dauphin:

his father, the madman.

Did you fight? Did you bear arms?

I went foraging.

We went everywhere - all the way
to the Breton Marchlands.

I know all the bridges and fords
between here and Bourges.

I saw wild beasts,

I saw bandits...

Have you heard of
the slaughterers of Ussel?

Hey!

Are you asleep?
I'm talking to you!

Is all that true?

Do you know the road to Bourges?

Could you get to Chinon?

Do you know the way?

It's not a good trip to make these days.

With the Godons,
the Burgundians...

Watch out, Jacques.

She's recruiting everyone.

Hello, Uncle.

So you're back?

Were you bored in Burey?

When I see your father

I hate lying.

I'd rather be with you,

- in misdeed.
- Go all the way, then.

Come to Chinon with us.

He'll guide us.

Who?

- Me?
- Don't you want to see the Dauphin?

The Well-Served?

Risk being skinned and cut to pieces

to go and kneel to a poor wretch

whose kingdom will be gone
when we're there,

maybe?

He'll heap kindness on you.

You're dreaming!

Look at yourself.

Look at us.

If we reach the king's castle,

even if he is wretched
we won't be able to go near him.

See him.

I must go to Chinon.

Help me that far.

As for the rest,
it's Heaven's business.

You will send me a shell.

This is not the time for pilgrimages.

Keep us on the right road.

My stirrups are too high.

Just right for going fast
- isn't that what you want?

I hope he won't throw me in a ditch.

I've never galloped a horse.

For what we're paid we must be quick
- and obedient, too.

Tired, Jeanne?

St Nicolas is just there.
We'll arrive before nightfall.

We must go back.

You think we're too old,

- is that it?
- No.

We mustn't leave like this.

I need someone to speak for me.

There's the captain of Vaucouleurs.

He's the only one.

- Him alone.
- See how you are, my Jeanne.

You run; you stop;

you leave; you go back...

The thing is,
I know what I must do

but not always how to do it.

Still here?

If all my parishioners were like you,

I wouldn't have to worry
about their souls.

In confession,

you told me I sinned against prudence.

There's something I didn't say,

which is that you argue too much, too.

Is that a sin?

No. Go back to your prayers.

Look who is here again!

Out of here!

Go home.

We don't want you here!

Her again?

The maid who wants to save the king.

I know one who would also ask for help.

His name is Dickie
and he's no bigger than my toe.

Don't come near her,
the captain would rip your ass.

Mustn't speak to her, or irons.

What applies to you doesn't apply to me.

So my beauty, why did we come here?

The king will be kicked out
and we will be English.

You, who are you?

Jean de Metz.
Squire to Robert de Baudricourt.

I have come here,
to this city which is a royal site,

to speak to him.

To lead me, or have me led to the king.

It is said. I bet he doesn't agree.

He doesn't care for me.

Yet, before mid-lent,
I must be by the king,

even if I wear my feet to the knees.

I must.

Even if you could be by the king,
what would it change?

The king of Scotland,
with his army can't help him!

Even his mother who disinherited him!

When Orleans falls...
Save who may! Hello the English!

Shut up!

What do you say?

It is so. No one on earth, none...

No duke, prince,
daughter of the king of Scotland,

can recover the kingdom of France...

There will be no help save by me.

Save by you, is that so?

I know it is not my place.

I would prefer staying home
spinning and sowing with my mother...

I sew well.

But I must... I must go, I must do it.

My Lord wants it so.

You speak of your Lord...

Mine is Baudricourt,
captain of the city. Who is yours?

God. The King of Heaven.

When do you want to go?

Today rather than tomorrow...
rather than after...

I will speak to our captain.

God willing, I will lead you
to the king myself.

And day after day, more and more people
believed what she said.

So much so that Charles,
Duke of Lorraine, who was ill,

wanted to see her.

And Jeanne went to him

with a safe conduct
to Nancy, which was his town.

And three days later she came back.

Look.

No! Four silver francs?

- What did you tell him?
- Nothing.

- Well, I asked him...
- Henri!

Come and see!

Look what he gave her.

- What did you do to him?
- Nothing.

I asked for an escort to France.

He thought I would cure him.

So he sent for me.

- And did you cure him?
- Well, no.

He's not exactly young...

And now, what shall I do?

She is here?

Come with us.

Go ahead.

Stay there!

If this girl is bad, may she go away...

If she is good, may she come near...

You see.

Since it is so! Since all want it,

you'll have an escort...

It is not too soon.

You who exorcises me,

after confessing me this morning!

I know.

It was for him.

I give you Jean de Metz.

I don't know what you did,
he speaks only of you.

Why are you here?

I have to be a boy!

It's impossible.
All is askew, a scarecrow...

Help me.

Come here.

I need shoes and a jacket.

Not a jacket! A doublet.

Wait, who is built like you?

I know. Marie will give you
her son's who is sick...

In bed since the Saint Jean.

His doublet is new.

It is funny to see you as a lad.

You can't keep those galoches...

You will need a coat.

Pierrot will give you his,
he is your size.

You know Jean.

He is Bertrand de Poulengy,
a good squire.

He is the messenger of the king:

Colet de Vienne. He will guide you.

And here is Richard, the archer.

Swear, in front of her,

you will lead her safely
to Chinon, to our king.

I swear.

One moment.

For you.

Thank you, Captain.

Go, and be it as it may.

That evening of February 12th 1429

Leaving the area that first evening,
we were afraid

because of the English
and Burgundian soldiers everywhere.

We travelled all through the night.

Go ahead. We'll meet you.

Don't be long.

Enough to cross the brook...

She thinks herself captain.

Yes. She is proud.

Only later, when we sleep together
on the straw...

You didn't think of it...

She's going to sleep with us...
Both of us?

Yes. Among gentlemen.

To keep warm.

Have you touched women yet?
I bet you haven't.

Not many...

It's time, old man.

She may dress as a man,
she has everything.

Virgin or not, by the end of the trip
we will visit her.

Stop. I'm peeing on my breeches.

Your bird wants to fly?
Bastard! Already hard.

It's empty
- and there's still some straw.

You can keep watch;
Jean will relieve you at midday.

Not sleeping?

And you?

I close an eye...
I see the enemy falling on us.

The same.

Look at her... She looks like an angel.

I'll be punished,
for the nasty things I said.

I would give everything!
To have kept my mouth shut!

What faces you have!

You ate a slug?

You heard something cracking?

Nothing.

Keep still. We must sleep.

What are you afraid of?

Us? Afraid?

We are not afraid.

The Godons? We would hear them come.

You will hear nothing.

What?

For nothing will.

Trust me. Sleep.

Like this...

Yes, fine.

It's light in your hand.

It isn't.

Careful! You hit flat.

I don't want to kill.

Slaps and punches, as much...

Like this?

- It must hurt so?
- Yes, very much!

I have gravely sinned you.

You? Thanks to you I left.

You deserve paradise.

I think... you are really of God.

You doubted?

No.

And so we journeyed for 11 days,

crossing rivers

and riding as far as the town of Chinon.

As we rode together

I asked her
if she would do what she said.

The Maid always told us
not to be afraid:

she had a mandate to do it.

It has been looted.

I have missed Mass for too long.

How will it be possible?

Jeanne!

Jeanne!

Leave her be.

She'll come round.

It's always when we're about to eat.

No it isn't; it can be any time.

Let me tell you; it reassures me,

because at least we know
where we're going.

If we only had you to count on...

Say what you're thinking.

Am I not a good guide?

Yes.

But not always very clear.

Mustn't disturb her.

Do you know it?

Yes, but it's been long. I don't know.

I want to go. I must hear mass.

Everything moves so fast here...

One day friend, another, foe.

So?

Smell Bourguignon?

Or the Armagnac?

This way. It's longer but safer.

Yes, the enemy might be there.

But God is there...

February 23rd,
at Sainte-Catherine de Fierbois

I thought the third mass was shorter.

With the all the bells,
she should be here soon.

You win.

How far from here to Chinon?

Less than half a day.

Take paper. Write.

"Kind Dauphin,

"greet the Maid.

"I fared one hundred
and fifty leagues to meet you,

"by the King of Heaven."

Aren't you writing?

- I have to write that?
- Yes. And you will leave promptly.

The Dauphin must know of our coming.

I repeat:

"Kind Dauphin...

"Greet the Maid..."

When we arrived in Chinon,

in the inn we were staying in,
she was asked

why she had come

and what she wanted.

Some advisors said
the king should not trust her;

others, that since she said
she was sent by God

the king must at least hear her.

On the third day

after Robert de Baudricourt's messenger
came to the castle

She was sent for.

Follow me.

I think, Maid, upstairs,
our paths will change.

And I think we will meet again,
upstairs.

Goodbye my friends.

I will last a year, hardly more.
I have to work well...

God grant you long life, gentle Dauphin.

Why me? Look how I am dressed.

Why call me gentle Dauphin?

I know it's you, the true heir
to France, and son of the king.

What do you want?
What do you want of me?

Very noble sire Dauphin,

I have come, sent by God.

To bring help to you and the kingdom.

What is your name?

I am Jeanne the Maid,

sent by the King of the Heavens

that you may be crowned in Reims,

and will be lieutenant to the King
of the Heavens who is King of France.

Gentle Dauphin,

give me men
that I may lift the siege of Orléans

and lead you to Reims.

I want to speak with you alone.

I have great trust in her.

Jeanne told me a secret
that only God knows.

Yes. I have faith in her.

I want her lodged here, this very night,
in the tower of Couldray,

in care of the master of my house.

Gaucourt,

give her a page.

Here is Louis de Coutes...

When his father, Chamberlain
to the Duke of Orléans, died,

the Duke entrusted me with the child
to make a page of him.

He is a good page.

Two days later,
in the middle of the day

Are your soles sturdy, Jeanne?

They have carried me a long way...

I only have these! They are tired...

Unless you grant me an advance...

You owe me a thousand gold écus, Sire.

I can add...

these twelve.

So much less for the costs of war.

See how they treat
the Dauphin of France!

Where is she?

Already back

in our rich lands?

I was hunting quails...
I was told a maid had arrived,

who wants to save the kingdom...

So she says!

Where is she?

Never seen a girl do such a feat!

Who is this lord?

The Duke of Alençon.

The noble cousin of our king.

You are very welcome.

The more royal blood of France together,
the better.

I, Regnault of Chartres,

Archbishop of Reims,

Chancellor of France and king's advisor,

do say that it was right
to interrogate the Maid

on certain points of faith.

The king wanted Jeanne
to go to Poitiers to be examined.

She was put up in the house
of Master Jean Rabateau

who was the king's advocate
in Parliament.

She stayed more than three weeks.

And for the examination
were chosen by me:

Master Pierre de Versailles,

former doctor
of the University of Paris;

Master Mathieu Ménage;

Master Guillaume Emery;

Brother Seguin Seguin,

who was then Dean of the Faculty
at Poitiers University;

and others, whom I can't remember.

Do you know why we are here?

To interrogate me.

It is not well said.

We are here

to test your good faith.

That you act for the good,

or are led by evil, we shall know.

As internal illness must be brought out,

the hidden evil must erupt,
must manifest itself.

And good will light the shadows
and doubts which surround it.

I have been examined

in Chinon.

It is correct.
Your answers were found to be pertinent.

You were recognised devout,
sober, tempered,

accustomed once a week

to the sacrement
of Confession and Communion.

It is not enough.
We must know more about you.

You wear men's garb and cut your hair.

It is not with your condition.
Condemned by the Apostle.

The judicial law,
moral and religious forbids it.

I know nothing of it.

I took the dress which applied
for my task...

It was not revealed
to me that it was wrong.

Revelations...

Who do you hold them from?

From who?

Saint Michael,
Saint Catherine and Saint Marguerite.

How do you know it's them?

They told me.

You are not the first to have dreams
inspired by the earth,

animals and devils,

by avarice, licentiousness and pride.

Of all who have appeared to you,

who was first?

Saint Michael came first.
I was about thirteen.

He was not alone. He was surrounded
by many angels of Paradise.

Did you see the Angels

corporeal and real?

I saw them with my corporeal eyes,
as I see you.

When they left, I cried.

I would have wanted
to be taken with them.

How was the figure of Saint Michael?

Did he have a crown?

I did not see a crown.
I know nothing of his clothes.

Did he have hair?

I don't know.

Did he have a scale?

I don't know.

How did you know
it was Saint Michael speaking?

He spoke the tongue of Angels.

The Angels who surrounded him?

How did you know they were Angels?

I firmly believe they were Angels.

That is not the tongue of Angels.

If the Enemy took form
or shape of an Angel,

how would you know it was him?

I would know Saint Michael
or a thing which counterfeits him.

The first time...

Continue.

The first time I was in great doubt,
I was afraid...

I saw him many times,
before I knew it was Saint Michael.

When was the first time?

I already told you.

I was a young child.

I was afraid of what I saw.

But after he taught
and showed me things,

I knew it was him.

What did he teach you?

He told me the sorrow
of the kingdom of France.

He told me to leave my country
and come to France.

That I may bring help
to the Dauphin of France.

Surely you felt pride...

and contentment?

I started by crying.

The voice told me go to Vaucouleurs.

I would find a captain
who would lead me to the Dauphin

and I should have no fear.

Why do you call the king,

Dauphin,

and not king?

Not until he is crowned in Reims
where I must lead him.

How was the voice?

The voice was soft.

What tongue did the voice speak?

Better than yours.

- Do you believe in God?
- Yes.

Better than you.

Day after day, she is interrogated

A man of arms. It changes!

I wish I had many like you.

You came to question me too?

I know neither A nor B.

I am sent by the king
to be your intendant.

I am Jean d'Aulon.

The English war lords, who are they?

At Orléans:
Suffolk, Glasdale and William Pool.

And their leader, the Duke of Bedford,

who calls himself regent
of France and England. Why?

Do you know how to write?

Yes, of course.

Take ink and paper.

Write.

"King of England,

"and you, Duke of Bedford,

"who calls himself regent of France...

"You Suffort, Classidas and la Pool

"return to the Maid
who is sent here by God,

"the keys of all the good cities

"which were taken and raped in France...

All of you - archers, war companions

and gentlemen,

here before the town of Orleans -

go back to your homes.

If you do not,

expect news from the Maid

who will soon visit you,
to your very great harm.

King of England, if you don't do thus

I am a war leader

and wherever

I meet your people in France

I will make them leave.

If they do not wish to obey
I will have them all slain.

I am sent by the King of Heaven

body for body

to chase you out of all France.

You, Duke of Bedford,

the Maid prays and requires you

not to be destroyed.

Reply if you want peace

for the city of Orleans.

Otherwise

you will soon remember it.

Written this Tuesday of Holy Week.

And sign for me: the Maid.

Jeanne,

I tell you once more.

God does not want us to believe
unless you give us a sign.

A sign by which
we might believe in you...

I didn't come to give signs.

Should we advise the king
to trust you with men of arms,

simply because you ask for it,

to put them in peril?

Lead me to Orléans,
and I will show you who sent me.

Give them to me, and I will show you
signs by whom I was sent.

According to you,

God wants to free
the people of France of its calamities.

But if He wants it,
He does not need men of arms.

His will is enough.

In the name of God,
the men of war will fight,

and God will give victory!

Here are my signs.

I will go to Orléans,

the English will be defeated.

The siege will be lifted
and the city freed.

Then,

the Dauphin will go to Reims
and he will be crowned king.

Then,

Paris will return to the king.

And at last,

the lord of Orléans will return
from England where he is captive.

I will say no more.

You may leave.

"No wrong

"was found in her.

"The king must not prevent her
from going to Orléans,

"with her men of arms.

But

"she must be well accompanied,

"in the hope

"in God.

"Disdain or abandon,

"would be repugnant to the Holy Ghost

"and make us unworthy

"of the help of God."

The doctors of the Faith
having reported to the king

Jeanne was handed over
to the Queen of Sicily,

Yolande of Aragon,

mother to our sovereign lady the queen,

and the ladies of Preuilly
and Portemer

by whom the maid was secretly looked at
and examined

in her secret parts.

I already knew, before she did,

that there's no evil in you.

Did they think I was a boy?

They need proof.

You have filled the Dauphin's mind
with fresh zeal

but he is not yet king.

Charles was 11 when he married
my daughter, Marie of Anjou.

I watch over him
as though I were his mother.

All my wishes,

all my power,

I put into bringing back strength
and wisdom.

But I feel alone.

And then you come along.

The kingdom of France is just a rag
full of holes, ready to fall apart.

Please God that with you

we will at last repair the great damage
caused by Queen Isabelle.

I will assist you.

I have changed gold crockery

into arms and supplies for you.

Baudricourt was right.

Why do you speak of him, Madame?

He was the one who told me
you were coming.

He didn't believe at first.

And now he's letting me go

to do what I came here for?

In Tours, you will find armour
I have ordered for you.

The road awaits you,

with far tougher fights
than those that are done with words.

That doesn't scare me.

Go

Jeanne

and may God keep you.

I followed Jeanne to the town of Tours.

There, armour was made to fit her

and she received her mission.

She had her standard made
by a Scottish painter residing in Tours,

Hauves Poulnoir.

And then came to her
Brother Jean Pâquerel,

back from the Le Puy pilgrimage

where Isabelle Romée, Jeanne's mother,
had also gone

and asked him to join Jeanne.

From Tours, Jeanne went on to Blois,

where the king's soldiers gathered.

But, without waiting
for them to be ready,

she decided to go to Orleans
with some men-at-arms.

And that company, from that moment on,

trusted her entirely.

You don't look happy.

The banners...

So what? They were combed, brushed,
we see them from far!

They float by the west, that's what!
For two weeks...

Our gentle sire moves his ass!
He sends us men, food...

The wind says no.
They will not enter the city.

We are here for naught.

For naught, no! To take note.

To give grace to the king
who has decided to help.

I doubt the help, even from the king...

So from a girl...

Girl maybe, but who knows how to ride!

You are the Bastard of Orléans?

Yes. I am rejoiced by your arrival.

I am not rejoiced!

You ordered I come here,
on this side of the river?

And not straight,
where Talbot and the English are?

I and others,
lord Gaucourt, who is here...

You would have been
under their arrows. We held counsel.

It seemed wiser and safer.

In the name of God...

The counsel of God
is wiser and safer than yours.

You thought you could fool me.
You fool yourselves.

I am here to bring you help,
help better than any army.

From the King of the Heavens.

For love of you he sends us help?

Not for me. At the request
of Saint Louis and Saint Charlemagne.

He had pity for Orléans.

It is a great comfort.
We didn't know who to pray to.

Jeanne is a sign from heaven.

She brings testimony,
provisions and wheat...

Unfortunately, all will rot here.

Why should it rot?

Your counsel has not told you?
Our boats cannot move.

The wind blows where it will.
It is contrary to us.

As it blows from the east...
towards the sea...

Lord Almighty...

Go, quickly, to the city.

Call the people of Orléans.
Bring the boats!

Pretty banner! An annunciation?

Don't you see our Lady
with an angel giving her a lis?

Just what I said! Very pretty!

In Blois, we had taken on
several carts and wagons of wheat

and many oxen, sheep, cows, pigs

and other supplies.

We had set out,
guided by Sire Gilles de Laval

who showed great devotion to the Maid.

You are of God and not of men...

You are Angel Raphaël sent to save us.
Give your hand.

Stop. I am none of that.

Come. The night is falling.

The city waits.
They want to see you, touch you.

We are not dislodging the English?

I feel we will get along,
If you learn patience...

Thus the Maid entered Orleans,

with me on her left-hand side.

The other warfolk came to meet her:

bourgeois men and women of Orleans

carrying a large number of torches

and so joyful

as if they had seen
God descend among them.

There was a wonderful crowd
thronging to touch

so much so

that one of the torch-bearers

came so close to her
that her penon caught fire.

So,

she spurred her horse

and turned it gently round

towards her penon, and put the fire out

as though she had been at war
a long time.

This the men-at-arms marvelled at,
as did the bourgeois folks of Orleans

who with great honour
led her through the town

to the house of Jacques Boucher

who was treasurer of Orleans.

Leave that alone.

A girl shouldn't play
with men's harness.

I wonder how you have the strength...

All say you are like a holy knight...
So straight so haughty.

You are going to chase the English?

Charlotte, Madame Jeanne is tired...

I hope there will be no hubbub
and you will sleep well.

My husband is so proud

to have you among us!

Please,

could you touch it...

What for?

To be good, Madame Jeanne...

Give it to Charlotte.
it will be as good.

You see I'm not as bad as you say!

Without prayer?

We both pray before we go to sleep.

Then the three of us will pray.

With Dagobert!

Dagobert, he is hiding... the cat!

He's my cat!

What more?

Bolts, for the crossbows.

How many?

Ten thousand. Maybe twenty.

We need that.

It's expensive for the city...
The king can't contribute?

The king? He's Job on his dung.

If I had to count on his finances...

Item,

for say... fifteen thousand bolts.

Five hundred pounds.

And powder,

and led for culverin.

Item,

for powder, saltpetre
and shots including bags and pockets...

Two hundred and fifty pounds.

Three hundred...

I can't do more.

We have to feed those in our walls,
it's not easy.

I cannot do more.

I'm speaking for your saviours.

We hope.

Two seventy five.

When will you return?

When I have all, munitions,
provisions and men...

thanks to the king.

May he give it.

Sign here.

Bastard, something must be done.

Something - why? Who for?

Thank you.

I have no more messengers.
The English keep them.

It is not done.

I shall send a summation.
Fear not, they will return them.

Fine.

From which side... tomorrow?

No side. We will not assault tomorrow.

You want to test me?

What did I say? Be patient...

I return to Blois,
for the rest of the army.

We act when I return. Not before.

- Why am I here then?
- To wait, and serve me.

I am in charge of this city,

and all must obey, you included.

Even if Saint Michael, Saint Catherine,

Saint Louis and Saint Charlemagne
tell you to go alone.

In the name of the king:
do nothing till I return.

Eat, drink and sleep.
It will do you good.

Goodnight.

Christ! My fine pourpoint!

What's up?

Sign yourself. At once.
Before the cross.

Because I snagged it?

Because you cursed.

Sorry!

It escaped me.

- I won't do it again.
- You always say that.

Are you all trying to discourage me?

You won't.

What are you talking about?
All of who?

I'm your brother.

All the more reason.
If I catch you again...

Let's see that tear.

It's nothing. Go on, get out of here.

You should do sword practice with Louis.

You do not know how to hold your sword.

Yes Sir! Very well, Captain.

I'm not joking!

And first, go and confess.

Dirty mouth. Triple penance

- No meat tonight.
- Forget that!

Stop it, you're scaring me.

I swear,

if the English could see you
they'd be off!

Without a fight.
There's hellfire in your eyes.

Stop it. Don't say that.

Never say that.

Not even joking.

Jeanne.

I'm really sorry.

Jeanne...

My little gingerbread man.

I didn't mean to upset you.

Sorry, I won't do it again.

You always say that.

What did they do to him?

We found him so. He was at the door.

Look how hungry he is!

The Godons did this to him...

They did not like your message.

Guyenne? Where is he?

The other? They kept him,

to burn him alive.

They can't do that. It's never
been done, burning a messenger...

Here is the reply to your message.

Can you read? I don't know.

"From Talbot, head of army,
to the one who calls herself Maid.

"You are but a trollop and as such,

"we command, less we burn you,

"you return keeping cows."

It's short... but precise.

They will see!

Open this!

Classidas!

Who calls?

It is the Maid!

In the name of God,
I summon you to leave!

I fear they do not hear...

Do you need a voice?

Fear not...

With La Hire, they will hear!

Tell them to lift siege,
by the king of the Heavens...

or I will throw them out,
to their great harm.

You better sail off,
you bunch of red ass monkeys!

What I said, nothing else.

You better leave...

By the King of the heavens...

Or we will throw you out!

Is that all right?

More or less...

Go to your cows, witch!
If we catch you, you will roast!

You lie!

They understood. No use staying.

Why do they speak so?
I did not insult them.

No, it's La Hire
who was a bit zealous...

So you are La Hire.
Is it true what they say?

Where you pass... grass no longer grows.

No, that is another. I only wage war.

With me it will be otherwise.

When she talked to Classidas
and the other Englishmen

in the towers

Jeanne was in the Belcroix fort
midway between the town

and the south bank,
where the English were.

I need your help.

It is why I am here.
You want me to hear confession?

Not every two hours!

Teach me how to sign my name.
All the war lords do it.

To sign with my hand.

That is my signature?

Yes.

Give me the pen.

I hold it so?

Yes so.

Imitate the line. Like a drawing.

Jeanne, a simple name.

If I had to sign
"The Bastard of Orléans",

I couldn't manage.

- Your H.
- What about my H?

It's missing, look.

Like this.

What's that H for?

Nothing. It's like... a silent letter.

How many of those in my name?

Three.

There, there and there.

It's not great.

Your J needs to be longer.

Start again.

And again.

Wheat, oats, wheat, oats...
Nothing about arms.

For the fortress...

There it is.

All those are weapons.

Weapons?

Are we fighting now?

We're preparing, lady Jeanne.
Everyone believes in it now.

To Jean Vaulan

for 11 carpenters' days
and 14 masons' days

to bring the Montargis cannon

to the shepherds' tower
in Saint Samson:

101 sous and 4 deniers.

To Raoul Durecours,
for a shad presented to the Maid,

4 Paris sous.

Well of course,
everything is expensive:

workmen, wood - and even fish.

How many cannon?

How many pounds of powder?

May I have a bit more?

Give me an idea.

To Jean the mason, for a crossbow
made by him for the town...

Hermine?

Don't take that, it's a bit sour.

Sour? I didn't notice anything.

Here. I'll come and join you.

So shall I fry the shad?

Wait a bit.
That girl hardly eats anything.

I'll give it to her later.

Go on.

- What if she doesn't want it?
- Her loss is our gain!

For a sieve to sift powder:
10 Paris sous.

To five men who beat the powder:

2 sous and 8 Paris deniers each
per day.

To Jean Maillet, for donating to
three wounded Scotsmen

to help keep them alive: 40 Paris sous.

To Charles Leloup, for three pairs
of breeches and shoes

for the Maid's brother...

- Well.
- Skip that.

To Jacques et Quentin,

for firing a bolster across the river
with cannon stones:

5 sous and 3 Paris deniers.

There are good people here!

Wonderful!

Have you ever heard
of Jean Le Couleuvrinier?

He's a one!

If they were all like him,
no one would be needed.

I don't mean you, lady Jeanne.

Actually, he comes from
somewhere near you.

The things he's done with his culverin!

Last winter, he used to go
onto Belcroix Boulevard

and shot at them
- so much that he must have killed

and wounded... I don't know how many.

And when the arrows flew,
he played dead.

So he was carried off.

You'd hear shouts of joy
from the English fortress.

And then back he came, and...

They soon realised it was him!

Well...

Gentlemen,

I'm looking for my pages.

- I'm told they're here.
- Come closer.

Learn from this.

Go on!

Are they weakening, or what?

Go on! It's all yours!

So, Maid, which one's yours?

The red-haired one in front. Raymond.

Capodoro! He's my favourite!

10 pounds he is first on the island.

Go for Blackhead!
He's mine.

Go on Capodoro! On you go!

Brittons, in the water!

In the water!

In the water! In the water!

In the water!

Girlies!

- Their war.
- But he's bleeding.

He's fine. He got scared.

Raymond hit two of them!

Long live Raymond!

- You bet wrong.
- Not that wrong.

Go on, Blackhead!

Shout for Capodoro!

Capodoro! Capodoro!

Louis! Cover him!

On you go!

Attack your right, Bluey.

Go on, further!

Don't stay behind, Whitey!

It's Cintraille! Yes, it's him!

That'll be 20 pounds.

Tomorrow?

Jeanne.

Remove these ugly things
I see at night...

I am Jeanne. What do you want?

For two nights, my son has been away.
He went with the soldiers.

He's still a child...

If he is with the soldiers, it is good.

A good boy of Orléans.
They are at their task...

When we kick the English out,
he will return.

I would have wanted a son like you!

He fights, he is like me!

Go. Have no fear.

It is so.

Children leave their mothers.

Jesus did it too.

It is strange...

Why?

I didn't want to tell you.
Mother did not want...

Now, you are with me.

It's father...

He saw you near Boischenu in his sleep.
You left without turning.

You left for good, with men in arms.

It's almost so!

But after,

he told Jean and me
that if it really happened,

we should drown you in the Meuse...

Would you have done it?

He said, if we had no courage,
he would do it!

Have you ever seen drowned?

A deer. In the frozen waters
close to Burey.

He was swollen like a goatskin.

I have not seen English yet.

Go, and before sleeping,
pray that father be reassured.

On Wednesday, the fourth day of May,

the Bastard of Orleans returned

with the soldiers and supplies
he'd gone to Blois for,

for city reinforcements.

When she heard he had come,
the Maid mounted her horse

and went to meet them

with her people,
to help them if necessary.

And at the end of the day,
the army thus came into the town

in full view of the enemy,
without any impediment.

Have you fought before?

No, lady Jeanne. Never.

- Will we tomorrow?
- Tomorrow?

No, tomorrow's Ascension Day.

You wouldn't fight on Ascension Day?

Whatever you say.

You can go to your room.
Go and have some rest.

Wake up!

You didn't say
the blood of France has run!

What? The blood of France?

We are fighting!
But I don't know where...

Get up, hurry. Arm my horse.

- Should I arm you?
- No, no time, hurry!

Pierre, get up. Hurry! We are fighting.

Up! Arm Pierre...

What's wrong? What is happening?

We are fighting!

My Counsel tells me to go
against the English. Can you help me?

Charlotte, go and get legs.

No, other leg.

Does it hurt?

What hurts is not being there!

My sword...

Louis, my banner! Where is it?
Where is your head?!

At Saint-Loup.

The gate of Bourgogne...

Who attacks? The English or us?

It's us. We decided to take it.

I don't know who gave the order.
Surely no one...

Louis, through the window!

The window there!

Saint-Loup, that evening of May 4th

Don't cry. They are English.

I have never seen...

It is not pretty, it's war.

It's horrible.

But the day is ours.

Yes... the day is ours.

Bless them Lord.

Have pity on them.

Take them in your breast.

Amen.

We were sleeping!

They left the gate of Bourgogne,
and not take advantage?

What will you do there?
They are on the other side.

We attack from the west...
the gate of Paris.

The main camp? One against fifty?

It's suicide!

No.

It is always...

The south bank, the Tourelles...

The fortress at the end of the bridge...

Impossible. We are too few.

Who says we are too few?

Me, Gaucourt.

And many think like me...

You came?

I was armed by the Dauphin.

What for?

The Ascension,
you said you would do nothing...

I had communion...
I was with my counsel.

Is it a reason not to be at yours?
What do you fear?

We don't want an adventure...
You have been here four days.

We have endured this siege
for six months...

Who speaks of adventure?
I am here to fight.

The soldiers will follow me.

They will get what they got elsewhere.

Tell me where to go.

I'm with you,
the greatest number of lances here.

Gaucourt is right. More English
around us than rats in the city...

I know, I ate some!

English?

You should have invited me!

Five times more than us,
and expecting reinforcements:

One of their greatest captains,
a certain Fastolfe.

- He was at Janville yesterday...
- You hid that from me!

Bastard...
I command you, in the name of God.

When you know where he comes from,
tell me promptly.

If I don't know,
I will have your head removed!

I am very scared...

You will know.

By the blood of Christ,
we will kill them all!

Shut up! The air stinks
with your blasphemy!

If you use our Lord's name in vain,

I will cut you in three!

What will you do La Hire?
You will need a muzzle...

Suit you well!

You owe me twenty pounds.

By blood and snot,

I need to swear! I can't speak...

Say like me: "By my staff..."

It is enough.

By my staff... My men will laugh...

They too. I want them white as lily.

You want to win? Then be pure.

It is the news I bring.

Don't laugh. Listen to her.

By our sins, we were defeated.

And she, she is our redeemer.

I agree, but we are here to act.

Where were you?

Here...

If we can take the Tourelles,

at the end of the bridge,

we clear the southern road

and their siege is disorganised.

- But we mustn't dream.
- Explain.

Over three hundred, armed to the teeth,

Classidas at the head,
a pig but no ass...

And there,

the fort of the Augustins.

And further, Saint-Jean-le-Blanc.

We will not reach there.

We will.

The isle of Toiles, isle of Boeufs?

What our pages did, we can!

By the ass...

By my staff, if we don't get
these rascals, I'll be a monk!

What do you think?

It's a big risk...
We don't know how many they are.

Well... Then we'll know.

Where are you going?

Tell the news.

If they don't leave,
they will suffer so,

for eternal memory!

Wait, add something:

"Furthermore,

"I could have sent
my letter more honestly,

"but you hold captive

"my herald Guyenne.

"Give him back to me,

"and I will return some of your people

"taken at Saint-Loup,

"as they are not all dead."

Allow me Madame Jeanne.

Read, news!

What do they say?

I don't know.

News from the whore!
The Armagnacs' whore!

The Armagnacs' whore!

It is not true! I am not who you say!

Calm down.

I would prefer they throw stones
rather than such words!

Just so, don't show yourself so... Come.

You did wrong! You will be punished!

Now they know.

The next day, as decided,

the Maid and our people left the town

to go to certain islands
in the Loire river.

And to cross the other branch
they took two boats

and made a bridge of them
to go to St Jean Le Blanc fortress.

We found it quite empty

because the English retreated
when they saw us coming

into a bigger and stronger fortress
- the Augustinian one -

and we followed them to it.

In no time,
we took the Augustinians by storm.

And most of the enemy were killed there.

The others took refuge
at the foot of the bridge

in the Tourelles fortress.

And we stayed outside the fortress,
with the Maid, all that night.

The people of Orleans
hurried about bringing us bread,

wine and supplies all night.

They sharpened axes, brought torches,

sewed bags and prepared ladders.

I remember paying two pounds
for a pheasant

and a barrel of wine, given to the Maid.

She fasted on Fridays

but was very tired,
and that evening she ate.

Father, always stay near me.

Have no fear, Jeanne.

You haven't slept enough.

My horse slept for me.

I fear for your feet.

God wanted me with the poor
but I am not barefoot!

Take good care of my banner.

What is it? You are not well?

No, Madame Jeanne. I'm well.

He had the runs all night...

I didn't ask!

It's not true. You can count on me.

I am sure, Louis.

We will see if you laugh later...

I'm not laughing!

May 7th 1429, in the morning

See how pure this water is.

It's like you.

Pure and transparent.

Did you get hit?

By an arrow?

By divine grace, you mean!

He thinks he's a reliquary.

It is indeed a relic.

A piece of the actual cross
our merciful Christ died on.

Touch it.

You'll become invincible.

Don't you believe me?
It is from the Holy Land.

Did you buy that, too?

30,000 gold ecus
to a merchant in a bar.

That is too little.

Come here.

The first assault for men on foot.

If they pass, we rush in.

Not before!

I understand.

And after?

We start again.

As often as necessary.

And I say,

in the Name of God,
the city tonight by the bridge!

Bastard!
I want to be in the first assault.

You will be.

Lord God,

do what you will with La Hire as you
want him do to you, if you were La Hire

and La Hire were God...

Who are you talking to?

It's my prayer.

What?

Find a prayer for me.

Go! Pull, pull by God!

Quick the ladder!

Ahead!

Ahead!

In the middle of the day,
after many assaults

It's good, raise a bit over there...

Good. It must be sturdy,

ten men will climb on it.

It hurts.

Slowly, it hurts.

Quick, quick, I beg of you...

Where is Pierre?

What will you do?

It will hurt... Brace yourself.

Get lard and olive oil.

Put it on. It stops the bleeding.

What is it?

A dead man's tooth. A charm.

I don't want charms. I'd rather die.

Nothing else to do? Move back.

Never seen a wounded?

Serious?

I don't think so.
It bleeds but nothing is hit.

Quick, I am losing all my blood...

Calm down. Don't move. Breathe slowly.

Now is it better?

It's horrible...

Pierre, I'm cold.

Is it serious?

No. It's all right.

You think I will die?

No, you will not die.

Father, do you think I will die?

No, you will not die.

When you finish, leaves us alone.

There were several more attacks.

But without Jeanne's help

our people had no strength
and no courage.

While the English rejoiced loudly,

certain they had killed her.

What is happening, Bastard?
We are stopping?

Your wound?

I can move the arm.

Answer me.

Are we retreating?

We have lost many men. They are tired.

We must stop.

The day is not over.

Look, the day will fall.

Look at you... you will not hold.

We resume tomorrow.

Tomorrow...

You are right.

You are right.
We have to gain strength. Rest.

Drink, eat... But let no one leave.

- Ask them to wait.
- Wait what?

Give me some time.

Saint Catherine, Saint Marguerite,

great Saint Michael Archangel,
patron of those who fight...

I don't know,

I have no strength.

I ache,

I want to vomit.

The blood of France runs.
Must it run further more?

They want to stop. Always stop...

I don't know what to answer.

I don't know what to say.

Tell me the word.

I have no more words.

Tell me which word to say.

Tell me the word.

Show me a sign of divine help...

I have always obeyed you...

You cannot abandon me!

Answer me, I beg of you.

Answer me.

Can't you hold it straight?

I can't. Look at my hands.

You! Recognize this?

Hold it high. So it is seen.

Like this?

No, better than that!
Higher, give it movement.

All must see it. Are you tired or what?

I am Basque, I need a little more!

Hey you, you are the Maid's intendant?

Is it true what is said? She is dead?

No, not at all.
She will be with us later.

I am sick that we stop.

They must be laughing.

Mind your banner.

Higher! In the light!

There.

Let's show it closer
and see if they laugh.

Feel up to it?

The two of us?

Are you Basque?

For the accounts, don't forget me!

Promise! Don't let it go!

Promise!

Promise.

Higher! I want it slapping in the wind.

Go! Near the bridge! Go!

Your shoulder, Jeanne?

Fine. Stand guard. We are returning.

Already?

That ladder, you will carry it?

Yes, but not alone.

Stand ready.

When my banner touches the wall,
go ahead!

All will be yours.

Louis, my banner. What did you do?

Aulon asked for it.

Who are you? Give me my banner!

Hey, Basque,

your promise!

You want your sous?

Go ahead! All is yours!

All is yours!

Ahead!

Jeanne entered the city,

and Classidas drowned in the Loire

I can make you a lovely herb omelette,
lady Jeanne.

No thank you.

I'm not hungry.

You must imitate the others:
sleep and rest.

Tomorrow, after what you did
to the Godons?

it will be frightful.

The surgeon says
after everything you've done

you must eat and sleep well.

He said it was a miracle.

He said that thanks to your word

the captains just had to advance.

Like climbing the stairs to heaven.

And he also said something
about the grace of God.

Ah yes, he said only God's grace
could have made them behave like that.

Don't just stand there!
Go get her brother, quickly!