Saint Joan

to eat the bread of sorrow and drink the water of affliction to the end of thy earthly days in perpetual imprisonment. Joan Rising in consternation and terrible anger. Perpetual imprisonment? Am I not then to be set free? Ladvenu Mildly shocked. Set free, child, after such wickedness as yours! What are you dreaming of? Joan Give me that writing. She rushes to the table; snatches up the paper; and tears it into fragments. Light your fire: do you think I dread it as much as the life of a rat in a hole? My voices were right. Ladvenu Joan! Joan! Joan Yes: they told me you were fools the word gives great offence, and that I was not to listen to your fine words nor trust to your charity. You promised me my life; but you lied. Indignant exclamations. You think that life is nothing but not being stone dead. It is not the bread and water I fear: I can live on bread: when have I asked for more? It is no hardship to drink water if the water be clean. Bread has no sorrow for me, and water no affliction. But to shut me from the light of the sky and the sight of the fields and flowers; to chain my feet so that I can never again ride with the soldiers nor climb the hills; to make me breathe foul damp darkness, and keep from me everything that brings me back to the love of God when your wickedness and foolishness tempt me to hate Him: all this is worse than the furnace in the Bible that was heated seven times. I could do without my warhorse; I could drag about in a skirt; I could let the banners and the trumpets and the knights and soldiers pass me and leave me behind as they leave the other women, if only I could still hear the wind in the trees, the larks in the sunshine, the young lambs crying through the healthy frost, and the blessed blessed church bells that send my angel voices floating to me on the wind. But without these things I cannot live; and by your wanting to take them away from me, or from any human creature, I know that your counsel is of the devil, and that mine is of God. The Assessors In great commotion. Blasphemy! blasphemy! She is possessed. She said our counsel was of the devil. And hers of God. Monstrous! The devil is in our midst, etc., etc. D’estivet Shouting above the din. She is a relapsed heretic, obstinate, incorrigible, and altogether unworthy of the mercy we have shown her. I call for her excommunication. The Chaplain To the Executioner. Light your fire, man. To the stake with her. The Executioner and his assistants hurry out through the courtyard. Ladvenu You wicked girl: if your counsel were of God would He not deliver you? Joan His ways are not your ways. He wills that I go through the fire to His bosom; for I am His child, and you are not fit that I should live among you. That is my last word to you. The soldiers seize her. Cauchon Rising. Not yet. They wait. There is a dead silence. Cauchon turns to the Inquisitor with an inquiring look. The Inquisitor nods affirmatively. They rise solemnly, and intone the sentence antiphonally. Cauchon We decree that thou art a relapsed heretic. The Inquisitor Cast out from the unity of the Church. Cauchon Sundered from her body. The Inquisitor Infected with the leprosy of heresy. Cauchon A member of Satan. The Inquisitor We declare that thou must be excommunicate. Cauchon And now we do cast thee out, segregate thee, and abandon thee to the secular power. The Inquisitor Admonishing the same secular power that it moderate its judgment of thee in respect of death and division of the limbs. He resumes his seat. Cauchon And if any true sign of penitence appear in thee, to permit our Brother Martin to administer to thee the sacrament of penance. The Chaplain Into the fire with the witch He rushes at her, and helps the soldiers to push her out. Joan is taken away through the courtyard. The assessors rise in disorder, and follow the soldiers, except Ladvenu, who has hidden his face in his hands. Cauchon Rising again in the act of sitting down. No, no; this is irregular. The representative of the secular arm should be here to receive her from us. The Inquisitor Also on his feet again. That man is an incorrigible fool. Cauchon Brother Martin: see that everything is done in order. Ladvenu My place is at her side, my lord. You must exercise your own authority. He hurries out. Cauchon These English are impossible: they will thrust her straight into the fire. Look! He points to the courtyard, in which the glow and flicker of fire can now be seen reddening the May daylight. Only the Bishop and the Inquisitor are left in the Court. Cauchon Turning to go. We must stop that. The Inquisitor Calmly. Yes; but not too fast, my lord. Cauchon Halting. But there is not a moment to lose. The Inquisitor We have proceeded in perfect order. If the English choose to put themselves in the wrong, it is not our business to put them in the right. A flaw in the procedure may be useful later on: one never knows. And the sooner it is over, the better for that poor girl. Cauchon Relaxing. That is true. But I suppose we must see this dreadful thing through. The Inquisitor One gets used to it. Habit is everything. I am accustomed to the fire: it is soon over. But it is a terrible thing to see a young and innocent creature crushed between these mighty forces, the Church and the Law. Cauchon You call her innocent! The Inquisitor Oh, quite innocent. What does she know of the Church and the Law? She did not understand a word