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The following morning,
Sunday May 8th 1429,

the English lifted siege
and went into battle.

We went out in great force
with the Maid,

men of war and people of Orléans.

We stood in front of them
in battle order.

At first the Maid forbade an assault,
in honour of Holy Sunday.

We remained face to face
for more than hour.

The hour passed, the English
went on their way and left, in rank,

to the strongholds
of Beaugency and Jargeau.

They lifted the siege
in front of Orléans

they had held
since the 12th of October 1428.

We went to meet the king
in his castle of Loches.

Normandy is ripe.

The English are strong,
but now they doubt.

A strong kick
and the ant hill will fall.

A strong kick!

The people have suffered greatly.

Wouldn't it be best to turn
to Bourgogne, and offer them a truce?

You think I am crazy, Gaucourt?

I am a man of war, like you.

Peace is sometimes preferable.

It is easy for you!

You have not lost lands,

lost castles to the enemy.

And languished six years
in English prisons.

There is a time for anger

and a time for wisdom.

I approve Gaucourt.
Let us make peace with Bourgogne.

This bloody page must be turned.

Peace with Bourgogne.

You will have to take it by the lance.

Young girl, you love arms too much.

Who will shut her up?

I don't hear questions,
but I will answer.

I have placed Jeanne at my right,

she has done what she has done,
and she is who she is.

I have ennobled her and her family,

in the name of the Lys.

Title in feminine and masculine line.

She has the right to speak as you.

Anyone is against it?

Continue.

I was simply saying all want peace,

because every party has much to gain.

And above all, the duke of Bourgogne.

We all have a lot to gain by peace

with the duke.

La Trémouille is right, Sire.

The English courage has fallen.

Their fortunes are turning.

Philippe cannot see their support
with the same eye.

Without pride, I am well placed,

he will not refuse a truce.

It would be good to offer one.

A truce?

For what purpose?

Philippe hates me.

And with good reason.

Reasons of blood.

As if you had forgotten.

Men change,

Sire,

even princes.

He might not like you,
but he respects you.

There was a time...

We are wandering.

It is too early for a truce,

more so for peace.

The advantage is precarious.

The English are wounded,
but still strong.

They have retreated to the cities
of Bourgogne, Jargeau, Beaugency.

There they will gain strength,

and return to reclaim their bounty.

What we must first do, is dislodge him.

Yes, it is well said.

I name you head of the armies
for the Loire campaign,

you, my dear Alençon.

Because your spite is tenfold,

for what you endured in captivity...

Because you are closest to my heart.

Not in France for more than 3 months!

Enough! Shut up!

Am I king in a den of thieves?

Gentle Dauphin, you are not king at all.

And you, you are all wrong.

You speak of Normandy, of Bourgogne,

of truce, of peace.

You do not think of the crown.

Gentle Dauphin,

you will be king in Reims.
It's the only way.

Reims...

You want us to cross Bourgogne,

provoke Philippe on his land?

I want Reims.

First subdue Auxerre, Troyes...

and other cities still.

What do you answer?

First the crown.

When you are crowned in Reims,

who will talk of
Henri of France and England?

None!

Who could offend you and not offend God?

None!

Nor regent of England,
nor duke of Bourgogne!

None!

Their strength will diminish,

and yours, grow.

And Normandy...

She is right.

The man of war over the man of peace?

You have never changed?

I want to think.

The duke of Alençon
was in a hurry to fight.

Having been made prisoner
by the English at Verneuil,

and spent six years in captivity,

he was freed under oath
that he not fight,

until his ransom had been paid.

I was told that his ransom,

paid after the battle of Orléans,

was 80,000 gold saluts.

- What is wrong, Nicolas?
- I broke nothing.

Go and tell my kind lady,

that Jeanne has arrived. Quickly!

Jeanne the Maid?

Jeanne the Maid, yes.

This is all the silverware I have left.

I had to exchange all for my ransom.

It costs... forests,

dishes to pay 200,000 gold ecus.

But I am free.

Honour safe, now I can follow you.

I am Jeanne, Jeanne of Orléans,

like you!

My father would have been proud
to have you as a daughter!

At night, sometimes I dream
that I will never see him again,

that he will die in captivity.

In the next battles,

we will take prisoners,
a bunch of English lords,

and exchange this pretty load
for the duke.

If need be,
I will get him myself in England!

But first, Jargeau.

Beaugency.

Notre-Dame de Cléry, Vendôme,

Vendôme.

If it were only up to me,
we would be on our way.

Already?

We have been apart so long.

I fear he is taken, like the first time.

Six more years without you, I would die.

Could you leave him with me...

just a bit?

Lady, fear not,

I will return him safely, as he is,

or even, better than he is!

Monsieur Jacques Boucher
of the city of Orléans is here.

He wants to speak to Madame Jeanne.

Madame Boucher prays for you
day and night.

Little Charlotte wants a horse.

And our servant, Hermine,
I don't know if you remember her...

She begged me to give you this.

I don't know what it is.

As for this,
it is from the people of Orléans.

Nettle leaves. Emblem of Orléans!

I and... all of the city,

if you had not come,

we would have been, in short time,
at the mercy of the besiegers.

It is soft.

Noble Dauphin,

hold no more or longer council.

Come as soon as possible to Reims
to receive a worthy crown.

- Your counsel says so?
- Yes.

My counsel torments me with it.

How does your counsel speak to you?

Could you say it here,
in front of the king?

In the name of God,
I know what you are thinking.

I will tell you.

Will you say it in front of them?

Yes, Sire.

When something is wrong,

when I am not easily trusted

for what is told to me by God,

I retreat and pray.

I complain to Him,

that people do not believe me.

Once I have prayed,
I hear a voice saying:

"Daughter of God,

"go.

"Go...

"I will come to your aid, go."

When I hear that voice,

I have a great joy.

I'd like to hear it always.

Reims!

Your counsel is right.

I will tell mine.

The following day, we went to Beaugency.

An attack was waged on the English.

The English withdrew from the city
and entered the castle.

We were in front of the castle
when news came...

Lord constable Arthur de Richemont

was coming from Bretagne with soldiers.

Alençon, take it as you will,

I have decided to help the king.

Constable, we do not want your help.

Return where you came from.

Quickly or you will regret it.

When I have decided,
nothing will change my mind...

You or any other.

Why do you refuse him?

The king hates him, and I hate him,
because I love the king.

The king, I was his favourite,

you were still in your shell, birdie!

Why are you no longer!

Better ask this intriguer,

this courtier, this pretty talker,

this scum of La Trémouille!

- For me, it's over.
- Wait.

Constable, did you come alone?

Alone?

I might be in disgrace,
but I still have mates.

I bring 600 lances

and 400 archers.

This warrants reflection.

Talbot and Fastolf are coming at us
with over 1,000 men in arms.

We must help each other.

Not with him.

Come, it's an order.

Or I swear, I lift the siege now.

Disguised!

I had to see it one day.

Constable...

You want to help the Dauphin,

you came despite his orders.

What do you want?

The king,

the one you call Dauphin.

He already sent me an emissary,
a certain "I Don't Know Who",

to tell me to go home.

I give you the same reply I gave him.

I am listening.

What I do, it is
for the good of the kingdom...

We will see who fights me.

It is not a very courteous answer.

I am courteous to speak to you.

I don't know who you are.

Some say you are of God,

others, of the Devil.

And this is what I say...

If you are of God,
I have nothing to fear,

because God knows my good will...

If you are of the Devil,
I fear you even less.

Pretty Constable,

I did not ask you to come.

But since you are here, you are welcome.

Some time later,

learning the king would not suffer
his presence at the crowning,

the Constable gathered his men and left.

After taking Beaugency,

in front of the ramparts of Jargeau,

I heard Jeanne say
to the duke of Alençon,

as he was in a certain place:

"Leave this spot,
for if you do not leave,

"this machine in the city
will kill you."

She showed him the machine
which was a catapult.

The duke retreated.

And soon, I saw

a person killed there.

I heard his name
was Monseigneur of Lude.

By my rightful lord, Sir John Talbot,

this is what I say:

If you are foolhardy to come,
three knights will fight you,

to your shame, to your great damage.

Go lie in peace, for it is too late.

But tomorrow,
with the grace of God and Our Lady,

we will come to see you.

Tomorrow, all have good spurs.

What do you mean? We are...

turning back?

No, we will chase them.

If only we had more horses,
they are three times more...

And I say God sent them
so that we may punish them.

Even if they hung to the sky,
they would be ours.

The following day,
18th day of June of the year 1429,

the English army
led by Fastolf and Talbot,

assembled outside
the city of Meung, in rank,

and went to the fields
on the way to Patay.

We followed them closely,

but because of the high hedges,
we couldn't see them,

or know where they were.

Our scouts saw a stag leave the forest.

It fell on an English company
waiting in ambush,

from which a high yell came.

They did not know we were so close.

Hearing the yell,

the scouts told their captains
what they had seen,

and we rode as long as we saw English.

When the English saw the French so near,

they hurried to join the vanguard.

These thought they were fleeing
and that all was lost.

The captain of the vanguard took flight,

and Fastolf, learning all was bad,

thought of saving himself.

The French had run Talbot to the ground,

made him prisoner,

and his people were dead.

We were so ahead, that we could

take or kill whom we wished.

We killed more than two thousand,

and we deplored but three deaths.

So was our victory in the place of Patay

where we spent the night,
thanking Our Lord.

Garrau... Want a sword?

I have an eye on you.

Move!

Fastolf taught you to walk so?

That one will go straight!

God will have pity on you.

He can forgive...

Father...

Quick, we must save his soul.

I'd give him absolution...
But he is already dead.

Give it to him, his soul must be saved.

This one you will not take!

And how, I will!

It is my take...
The living, as the dead!

In the name of God,

you will not take him!

- Why should I not keep him?
- You killed the other.

If I had killed him earlier,
during the assault,

I would have my prize.

No matter, he is mine, it's mine.
Isn't it so fellows?

In the name of God,
you will not take him.

He stays with me!

I take him, that's all!

I take him.

If so, I will give him his share too.

I don't know cattle is killed,
but I can break your neck.

We went on the way to Reims.

Those of Auxerre let us pass.

But we were forced
to hold siege at Troyes.

The king's council was divided,

wondering what was best.

We had no provisions,

our soldiers were ready to retreat.

Will they believe what I say?

Yes, depending on what you say...

Gentle Dauphin, order the assault.

For four days
your men wait in front the city.

Order the assault,

and you will enter the city,
by love or by force and courage.

When you speak, it seems easy...

You make me listen your reason.

All my reason comes from God.

But you never fear?

I fear nothing, but treason.

If I were sure one assault was enough,

I would give the order...

I know our men
have not eaten bread for eight days.

For a week
they tear the wheat and eat it.

Inaction has them starving more.

We must act!

We must make the artillery move.

Displace it, show it.

We must make firewood,

draw beams, ladders, hurdles...

And so it was done.

The city surrendered without combat,
and gave the keys to the king.

On the 17th of the month of July,
we were in the city of Reims.

Long live the king!

Well, gentlemen of Bourgogne,
what did you think of the ceremony?

A bit improvised I grant you...

the circumstances
which you know and I regret...

Jeanne, rise.

Gentle king, it is done!

God's wish has been done...

He wanted I lift the siege of Orléans,

and bring you in this city of Reims,

to receive your Holy Crown...

I have shown you are the real king,

to whom the kingdom of God must belong.

Rise, please.

The royal army headed for Paris,

and the people of Soissons, of Laon,
brought the king their keys.

Château-Thierry, Crécy-en-Brie, Provins,

and several other cities
came in his obedience.

However, the English army
gained strength,

and marched towards Senlis.

On Monday, 15th day
of this month of August 1429,

close to Montépilloy,

the Maid hit the English stronghold.

She told them that
if they wanted to wage battle,

our men would retreat
to let them order themselves.

They did nothing...

All day we were in front of each other,
within culverin reach.

Not fighting.

The night came and we took shelter.

The following day, we learned
the English returned to Paris.

We raised camp
at a site called La Chapelle.

- He has lost less than me!
- Time?

No, teeth!

I thought you were speaking of Raymond.

Speak of the devil...

Eye for eye...

Tête noire robbed me,
1 ecu and 10 sous. I took his belt!

I am fed up.
You are never here when you should.

You are a bad boy!

It is not the day for accounts!

Louis, you will arm me.

It's won!

Gentlemen,

we have won.

The king is coming.

He ate at Compiègne,
this evening he will be in Saint-Denis.

Not too soon!

Ten days fighting in front of Paris,
waiting his good will!

The king,

she will put him in Paris tonight,
if it is up to him...

We will fight!

I am fed up!

These cities giving themselves
like whores, armies who shy away...

I must have seen him five times,
our gentle sire,

before he consented coming.

I had lost hope.

How strange!

We give him the kingdom
piece by piece...

and it seems to bother him.

- What's wrong?
- I do not know.

No more questions!

Paris, the two of us!

We know how she is made,
this damn city...

We know its weak point:
the gate of Saint-Honoré...

Give the order, we'll take it.

Gentle duke, have your men under way.

I want to see Paris closer.

I need you.

Father,

they want a show of arms.

I want to go further.

I want to pass the ditches of Paris.

Today?

I know.

The Nativity of Our Lady...

God will forgive me.

Look at you.

It is a grave sin
to fight on a holy day.

Graver still,
to act against one's thought.

I chose.

You are pale.

I prayed this morning.

Terribly.

My voices...

They did not forbid me to fight.

They told you to go into combat?

They told me many things...

Many good things,

many sweet things.

Why are you crying?

Because... compliments!
That is not what I wanted!

I wanted an order! A command!

And nothing!

Neither for, nor against.

Before it was clear, it was simple...

Orléans... then Reims.

And now? Now what?

Want to wait tomorrow?

- A word from you...
- No.

I want Paris.

The heart of the kingdom...
They are all here for that, I the first.

What do you want of me?

Your absolution,

your blessing...

You have them.

I will be fine.

You were a good worker,

a good worker of God.

No rest in three months.
You should think of it now.

After Paris...

Pretty marshal...

You left the gaze of the sky.

What you saw on earth was unpleasant?

Intendant's concern...

One blames my folly,

I am too rich!

If I can't dilapidate some,
how will I reach Heaven?

Stop playing.

The king is coming,
all rejoice, save you!

I don't know what to think.

It is all my uncle's doing,

La Trémouille...

A fat pile,

but a sense of reality.

And the king's ear...

You know something, say it!

Our archbishop Regnault
met Philippe le Bon...

A truce with Bourgogne.

If the king wants a truce,
why come to Saint-Denis?

It's clear:

whatever happens today,
his glory is safe.

Whatever happens?

If we take Paris today, what God wants,

our Sire, the Well-Served,

will be victorious,
for he is near the city.

Beware of what you say.

I say what I think,

and it is well done.

If we do not take Paris...

We will, have no doubt.

If...

If we do not take Paris,

then the king is not with us,

but not far,

and our defeat will not be his.

It's not true.

The king is not as you say!

No matter!

Let us give him Paris,
and words will be in vain!

I prefer you so...

Yes, we'll give him Paris.

It will not be a truce but peace.

A good firm peace.

Armagnac and Bourgogne together,

and the English

will have to clear off...

And I shall rest.

September 8th 1429

I will stay on the hill of Saint-Roch,

a good view of the gate
of Montmartre, of Saint Denis.

If they attempt a sortie,

to get you from behind...

My men are in front
of the gate of Saint-Honoré.

We can lead an assault when you want.

Jeanne, you join him?

No, I go that way.

I want to undo those posts,

pass the ditches.

I want to see those walls closer.

The two sentries?

I know you fight well,
but you will not take them alone.

And we set foot,

Jeanne and others with me,

to take the advance posts,
and see the city closer.

The weak point of Paris, is it there?

The harder we try, the closer we get.

And the more it bends, it breaks.

La Hire!

Surrender to the King of the Heavens!

Obey King Charles!

Take him, I'll keep his sword.

Come, let's see the other side.

Which side?

March, you will see...

They are mad! A thousand at least!

Courage! We will see the Louvre!

I would have bet.

We must pass!

Give me my banner.

We can't see the bottom.

Give it to me!

Beware, it's slippery.

Give the city to the King of France!

Or we will enter by force!

Try it, idolatress!

Fry in hell!

Surrender by Jesus!

We will enter before the night.

You will all be put to death!

Antichrist!

Antichrist yourselves!

Renegades!

Some wood piles, racks,

boards...

We make a bridge, we will pass.

A bridge!

It's as deep as the sea!

I say we pass! Throw carts.

Move back!

What are you waiting for!
The carts, quickly!

Yes, we will... but, please,
don't stay there!

If only the king appears...

He shows himself, the city is ours.

Bring more.

Louis! Get a horse!

Bring him as close as possible!

Come.

Take her.

The king has come...
He saw everything from Montmartre hill,

and left, advising retreat.

Do you want some?

It's good, and gives strength.

You want the surgeon?

No, I'm fine...

You wanted to see me? How do you feel?

Strong enough to ride.

I will not leave until we have the city.

You have lost a lot of blood,
we can wait tomorrow.

Not tomorrow nor after tomorrow. Now!

They don't lose hope?

No, they are furious...

because the king did not come
to see you.

Leave the king alone.

Leave him!

He prays for us.

Be assured.

The Bourguignons!

Duke of Alençon, I come to see you.

Montmorency...

Why are you here? Renegade!

We come humbly, my mates and I,

to give full submission to our lord,
Charles the Seventh,

sole king of France.

Gentlemen, where do you come from?

Paris.

To ask pardon and oblivion

for the faults and misdemeanours
we did for Henri,

of Lancastre, who calls himself
king of France and England.

Pardon maybe,

oblivion, the king never forgets.

Speak politely.

In testimony of our good will,
my mates and I,

request the honour
to be in the next assault.

You are welcome.

Gentlemen, order of the king...

Read.

"To our dear and beloved princes,
captains, and men of arms,

"assembled in front of Paris.

"We know that some,
who are in the royal army,

"went in valorous arms against Paris,

"disregarding that the city was under

"our dear and beloved cousin,

"Philippe, duke of Bourgogne."

"Dear and beloved cousin..."

Silence!

"Who this very morning sent his herald

"to strengthen the truce,

"this 28th day of last month.

"May our royal word be held,

"we order abstinence of war

"against the city,

"and order all the princes,
captains and men of arms,

"to return to us in battle dress,

"Or be declared felons and traitors.

"Said in the abbey of Saint-Denis,
the 9th day of this month of September,

"with our royal seal."

Gaucourt...

What do we answer?

Gentlemen, you will tell our Sire

that the captains follow him,

once we have assembled our men.

You scared me!

Adieu Jeanne...

I go with him, and those who want it.

Where will you go?

Normandy. We must fight, if not die.

And the truce?

Truce? We don't know the word!

Those who make it are the same.

And those who respect it with them!

We,

we are not counsel to the court.

We are in the field.

As he says!

By my staff,

we fought good battles with you!

It was never seen.

Adieu Jeanne.

Adieu my good warriors.

You return home?

I return by Orléans.

I ordered a secret
in honour of our feats of war...

It is more expensive than expected.

Everything is more expensive
than expected.

You don't look well.

You're not an angel after all.

I always said it!

But I feel robbed.

You have changed...

I don't think so.

Then it's me.

Adieu!

You too?

I too. I leave.

You will not fight the English?

No, I leave that to the roughnecks!

Why don't you come with us?

Those who go with the king
like to be fooled...

I don't want it said that the second
duke of Alençon, is an imbecile!

I leave alone,

to find the other Jeanne, my wife...

She will see I held my word!

My good duke,

I fear I won't see you again.

I fear I won't see anyone again.

Heaven knows...

Adieu Jeanne.

Let us go too.

Saint-Denis in France

Saint Denis,

protector of France,

greet these armies...

This sword, I took it from the enemy,

I wore this armour in all my battles.

To those who wait for me,
may I give victory.

May I still be at my task.

May my king return to us,
we who work for him.

The twenty first day of September
of this year 1429,

in Gien,

the king ordered to disperse
the army of the crown,

and forced the captains
to cease fighting.

Hence,

the will of the Maid
and the king's army was broken.

Jeanne stayed with the king
in the castle of Sully-sur-Loire,

Lord La Trémouille's domain,

who headed the king's council
with sir Regnault de Chartres.

Monseigneur...

Where is the king?

Preparing himself for mass.

We were about to join him.

You have something to say to him?

We are his ears, and mouth.

Speak without fear.

I want him to allow me to join Alençon,
who is fighting at the steps of Maine.

How curious.
Alençon made the same request,

a few days ago.

The two of us, we will go far.

We will push to Guyenne.

Did you not fail in Paris?

We did not fail. We ended our assault.

Who do you name "we"?

Hold your rank, Jeanne,

that of a good soldier.

When and where we must fight,
and when to call a truce,

it is us, the king's council, to decide.

War is a whole.
It encompasses realities you ignore.

It is so.

It is well so!

Gentlemen, are we ready?

Sire, I beg of you.

Speak, Jeanne...

You know I can't refuse you anything.

Do you want a new favour
for your good city of Domrémy?

I have already exempted it of taxes...

I ask but one thing,

to join the Duke of Alençon,

and fight with him.

Here, I am of no use.

You know how pleased we are
for what you have done.

Now you may rest.

It is time you rest.

You must rest... I want it.

Alençon is disappointing.

He does as he wishes. Don't imitate him.

For the good of the kingdom.

What is wrong?

His eyes...

I see his eyes.

I always think of them.

Raymond didn't suffer.

It happened quickly.

Come.

You want to fight?

I have work for you.

One of our strongholds
has been taken by a traitor.

Could you take La Charité-sur-Loire
from this bandit,

Perrinet Gressart?

Is it what the king wants of me?

No more, no less.

I must take counsel.

We are counting on you.

This Perrinet Gressart,

who sold his services
to the English and the Bourguignons,

and who, it is said, was
the personal enemy of La Trémouille,

held La Charité-sur-Loire
and Saint-Pierre-le-Moûtier.

First we held siege at Saint-Pierre.

We were few.

During the assault, Jean d'Aulon,
intendant to the Maid,

was hurt at the foot,
he could not even stand on crutches.

Jeanne was alone with her soldiers...

and those of Saint-Pierre shooting.

I told Jeanne, no use staying,
with four or five men.

She took her helmet off:

"What, four or five?
We are fifty thousand".

And I assure you, I count again,
we were six at most.

So she started yelling:

"To the wood piles and the racks,
for the bridge!"

Like lightning! In one hour,
the site was taken.

Why do you do that?

For the spells of a spiteful
who is after me.

When I hit, her spells turn against her,

and she is paralysed.

She is like you, Jeanne.
She has marvellous visions.

Each night, a White Lady sees Catherine,
and announces wonders to her.

A White Lady?

Dressed in gold.

She visited me and told me
to go by the good cities.

The king will give me
heralds and trumpets,

that all treasures be brought to me...

Those who do not,

I will know and find their treasures.

I will give them to you, Jeanne,
I will pay your men.

Better turn to your husband,

do the house chores,
take care of your children.

But, Jeanne...

Listen to her!

This White Lady, she sees you often?

She comes every night.

Do you want to see her?

Yes, Catherine.

I would like to see her myself.

You will sleep with her?

Sleep? No.

However... I really need to.

She comes early, or late at night?

It depends.

Did she tell you something
about what is happening,

the truce with Bourgogne?

Yes, it is a good thing.

We must make peace with Bourgogne.

- Is she coming soon?
- Yes.

Soon.

Are you nervous?

Why?

You look nervous.

I have ants.

Stop moving like that.

No, don't stop... I can't sleep.

La Trémouille sends me
to take La Charité-sur-Loire.

What do you think?

Nothing.

Your White Lady said nothing of it?

Your saints, what do they say?

What they say, I keep to myself.

I want to know what you say...

You shouldn't go... I wouldn't go.

It is too cold. Nothing will come of it.

- We will not take that city?
- No.

With God's help, we will.

Without me.

I think I fell asleep.

So, did your White Lady come?

Yes, she came.

It's not true.

I didn't fall asleep,

I wanted to see what you would say.

I know, that is why I said it.

Well, is she going to come?

Yes, yes. Soon.

Folly and void is what you are.

Folly and void...

For a month we were in the city
of the Charité-sur-Loire,

in the deep of winter.

As Catherine de la Rochelle said,

without provisions and money,

the Maid had to lift the siege,

and leave with great displeasure.

We left the place in shame,

without helping those of the city.

We lost bombards and artillery.

Hello Jeanne.

Monseigneur, time catches up.

The truce with Bourgogne
is about to end.

The duke has taken advantage
on the Oise, in great force.

What do we do?

The English have disembarked
two thousand men at Calais.

And this cold is of no help.

The duke distracts you
with his promises of peace.

And now, the hardest fights await.

It is strange how you see
things only from one angle.

There is another outlet to the truce,

than resumption of battle.

What other outlet?

Prolongation of the truce.

Don't be surprised.

You and I, we want the same thing,

the same thing,
but through different ways...

And this thing...

this thing,

what is it?

It is called:

peace.

The time might be right.

Now?

As they besiege Compiègne?

Sometimes a word is enough,
when arms are to no avail,

to lift the siege of a city.

Yesterday I met Hugues de Lannoy,
the duke's negotiator.

I found him well disposed...

I would like to think like you.

The protocol was cold.

He was very civil with me.

He did not embrace you.

He should have.

It will come.

Step by step.

You know, or rather... not,

diplomacy is a science,
as much as heraldry.

Each gesture in our craft
has an exquisite meaning.

Monseigneur, forgive me...
I have no time to learn.

All I know, is that at this moment,

soldiers are ready to resume combat.
We must support them.

I feared you had left.

Without seeing you?

What do you think...

Show me your face.

You look worried.

Not because of me?

A little.

Now, who will hear my confession?

No one is eternal, nor indispensable.

You must sign my letter to the Hussites.

- To whom?
- The Hussites.

A horrible heresy ravaging Bohemia.

Why do you think I am leaving?

I wrote an admonition
I'm submitting to the Pope.

They attack the militant Church,
they want to deal with God themselves.

It is horrible.

Let me read.

"To the disciples of Jean Hus,
adversaries of the faith.

I, Jeanne the Maid..."

"I, Jeanne the Maid"?

Yes. It sounds better than:

"brother Jean Paquerel"!

"I, Jeanne the Maid,

"have learned

"that you have replaced
the true religion

"by an ignominious
and criminal superstition..."

You would not have me
sign something bad.

Wish me good travels.

The way to Rome is long.

Adieu. I will feel very lonely.

I am here.

May God keep you.

We will not stay here long.

The last day of the month of March 1430,

the Maid learned the people
of Compiègne had resolved to die,

men, women, and children rather
than surrender to the Bourguignons.

But it was also said that the men
of arms had joined at Lagny-sur-Marne,

and were fighting in earnest
the English of Paris and elsewhere.

And you left like that?

If I had asked, I wouldn't be here.

I said I was going for Easter
to a village of the area,

and here I am.

You mustn't say it!

You left La Trémouille!
He won't like it.

I was suffocating. Here, we can breathe.

By my staff, as La Hire would say,
I am happy.

I thought I'd never see you again,
save in Heaven.

And him,

why isn't he with us?

La Hire? Don't speak of him.

We were split at Dourdan
by a Bourguignon company.

Since, no news. I can't sleep.

If he were dead, we would know.

Must have been taken, the lazy one.

Him? I doubt it.

May the heavens hear you.

He still owes me twenty pounds.

Thanks to you.

No, thanks to Raymond.

What is it?

He will have nothing of it.

We pay the sulfur and saltpetre,
or Baretta's men, but not both!

You pay both! For the cake,
you need flour and eggs!

Pay the men. There are cities
who will pay for the powder.

You know how to speak.

That truant... He is ruining us.

To free Compiègne,
we need good warriors.

How do you feel being
the head of a gang?

What do you say?

God's pleasure, that is what I say.

In accordance with Jeanne's wish,

we went to the rescue
of the people of Compiègne.

And from that city,

we made several attempts
against the Bourguignons.

The 23rd day of the month of May,

an attack against the fort of Margny
was decided, to the north of the city.

Three times we thought
we had beaten the enemy,

who retreated to their positions.

The Bourguignons were in great force.

To the displeasure of the Maid,
we retreated to Compiègne.

The captain of the city,

seeing the great multitude of
Bourguignons and English ready to enter,

fearing the loss of the place,

had the bridge raised
and the door closed.

The Maid was locked out,

and few were with her...

Follow me!

Here!

Here!

Follow me!

Surrender, Maid! Give me your faith!

To you... never!

I will receive your faith.

Who are you?

I am lieutenant Jean de Luxembourg,
The Bastard of Wandonne.

I give you my faith.

The same evening,
in the castle of Margny

Without a doubt, it is not a chimera,

she is a woman.

According to my chaplain,
every woman is a chimera:

pretty face, of fetid contact,

and deadly company.

Man knows nothing of it.

You will not untie her hands?

They are purple.

She is dangerous, Sire.

Undo her ties.

Do you want some bread,

and wine?

I want nothing.

- Do you know who you speak to?
- She knows.

Do you have a request,

a request I may satisfy?

Sire, break your allegiance to England.

Not as high,

a request for yourself.

Don't give me to the English.

It is not in my power.

Aren't you Philippe,
the great duke of the Occident?

A friend of the king
of France and England.

There is no king of France and England.

There is only the king of France,

by the grace of God,
Charles, seventh of the name.

I don't know the one you speak of.

I only know a disinherited heir,

Charles the ill-advised...

Now he is Charles the Victorious.

Sire,

I asked you by letter,
with joined hands,

not to repudiate France,
and to make peace with my king.

Do not wait till it is too late.

In your position, you threaten me?

I will never make peace with your king,

unless he can reverse the wheel of time,

and have my assassinated father
out of his grave,

to undo the axe which cut the hand,

the sword which split the skull
of Jean sans Peur,

ten years ago,
at the bridge of Montereau,

under orders and in sight of the one
you call Charles the Victorious...

Does he have that power?

Or even you,

who is said to be magician?

No one has that power.

You have the power to forgive.

Does your king have the power to repent?

God gave it to all.

Then let him repent, publicly.

May he raise a gold cross,
in place of the murder,

and shed tears on it every day.

Then I will see about making peace.

Don't wait.

Time is in my king's favour,
not you and the English.

She has the folly of pride.

No, she speaks like a child.

She is a child.

You have already lost many cities.

I don't forget it is by your fault.

By the grace of God.

Insolent!

If you do not make peace with my king,

a good firm peace, without treachery,

you will lose all.

She has ceased to amuse me.

Remove her from my sight.

June 1430, in Beaurevoir,
castle of Jean de Luxembourg

Lady of Béthune wants you.

Hello Jeanne.

I think it is cold up there...

Show her the cloth!

It is wool, it comes from Flanders.

It would be nice for a dress.

You should leave those men's clothes...

I am your prisoner
because I am a soldier!

I must remain a soldier.

If I wanted a woman's dress,
I would sow it.

But I haven't finished my task.

You have not taken long
with my permission!

I beg you, do not take advantage.

This girl is our prisoner.

Don't give her bad habits.

And your hair?

Barely more than my husband!

They go with my clothes!

My child,

I know, by my nephew,
you will be reproved for your clothes.

I've been wearing them for so long...

I have done and seen so much with them.
I could not leave them.

As long as you are here, with us,
you need not fear.

It is later,
a dress would be less perilous.

We wanted to soften
your captivity, Jeanne...

Before,

with your parents,

when you were not a "soldier"

It is far...

God,

I pray with all my might,

as my mother taught me,

as my saints taught me.

My saints!

You tell me to be confident
and not lose courage.

You speak of deliverance,

freedom, of joy.

That I will be saved.

But this deliverance, when will it come?

Who will bring it?

Who will free me?

Does she pray often?

More often than usual.

I knew it.

She is shrewd.

Have you thought of my offer?

Don't tempt me, Sire.
13,000 gold ecus is a big sum.

I can increase it by half.

I want her.

She was taken in my diocese.

Have it known
to the English authorities.

This woman is a virus
infecting christianity.

I hope you will understand.

I understand the sorrow
of the inquisitors.

But I must take into account
the throne of England.

A sorrow worth its weight in gold.

I thought she was taller.

Stay kneeling, Jeanne.

Pay devotion to the most reverend
father in God, lord bishop of Beauvais.

You are Beauvais, my lord...

Beauvais did not give the keys
to the king of France?

Yes, unfortunately.

I was not there.

I come from Paris.

Bishop,

do you bring me words of solace?

Leave us.

Solace is in the Heavens, Jeanne.

We are on earth,

where there is but the cross,
worry and sorrow.

I represent the University of Paris.

We have asked the prince of Bourgogne
to hand you over,

for and by the Seal of the Holy
Inquisition of France,

to test, in right, on matters of faith.

A test in matters of faith?

I had one in Poitiers.

The doctors of Poitiers are dishonored,

fooled by your innumerable misdeeds,

your mistakes,

and idolatries.

Father, if I am already judged,

spare us a trial.

Condemn me now, it will be quicker.

I see.

I know you.

Despite the dress,
you cannot disguise your true sex.

You are subtle,

the subtlety of women.

We will undo your spacious arguments,

to the shame of your lost soul.

I knew, as soon as I saw you,
you were my enemy.

By profession, I am the enemy of evil.

Because your soul is to the enemy.

I will see you again.

At Jeanne de Luxembourg's

Here, look. Take them, my back hurts.

This one is bigger,

and this one warmer.

I would take the warmer one.

No, I will take the bigger one.

May I say, respectfully, aunt,

it is unseemly to treat
this prisoner as your guest.

She is an important prisoner.
I treat her as such.

Monseigneur,

has my king found the money
for my ransom?

I don't know what is happening
on that side of France.

Charles is my godchild.
You have a tendency to forget it.

I do not forget,

it is not to him I give allegiance.

I know.

It is why I demand in earnest,
here, in front of her,

regardless of the offers made to you,

never to give Jeanne to the English.

I am a soldier.

A soldier disposes of his bounty
as he wishes.

A soldier is not a merchant.
Honour before interests.

I forbid you, in the name of Heaven,
to sell her to the English.

You would be out of my faith and law.

I hold my place. I don't overstep it.

Since we must be clear...

If it should occur,
I will disinherit you.

You would do that?

Without a doubt, believe me.

Do what you will.

I will do what I know is my duty.

I think I touched a sensitive point.

I shall not be sold?

Not as long as I live.

More cakes?

Look...

Everything is round!

Even the window is round!

I will be a ball,
if I cut my hair with this.

I can cut them if you wish.

No, hold it. I take the scissors.

Do you do it often?

When I look too much like a girl!

Leave us alone.

Come.

You are leaving?

Yes.

Come with me.

Listen Jeanne.

I had a brother, younger...

His name was Pierre.

I too have a brother called Pierre!

- He is not dead?
- No.

Surely in prison, him too!

My brother, Pierre of Luxembourg,
died young.

He was a saint.

We were orphans,
I raised him like a son.

Since he died,

every year I make a pilgrimage
to his last dwelling,

the church of the Célestins in Avignon.

I am an old maid now, a bit tired.

However,

nothing could prevent me
from going again this year.

I leave shortly, Jeanne.

It is a long voyage.

A thousand leagues.

The end of the earth, I will go.

My road of prayers, and...

you will be in all of them.
I will pray for you.

May they be of comfort.

Pray for me, in exchange.

Who knows how long God
will lend me life.

Adieu, Jeanne.

As long as I live,
I will believe in you.

End of November 1430,
at Jeanne de Béthune's

Don't run so fast.

You told the guards to bring her here?

But I had to stop them
from disturbing her during her prayer.

I think she heard me speak.

You are pulling my hair!

It is like straw, all tangled.

When did you comb them?

Here she is!

Do you have news?

Hello Jeanne.

Sad news...

Take your work, Jeannette.

They say Compiègne will be taken.

The city will be to fire and the sword.

All will pass by the sword.

How could God let the good people
of Compiègne die?

They were so loyal to Our Lord!

I was coming up to see you.

But...

since you are here,

I will speak here, in front of my wife.

What you are about to say,

would you say it

in front of your aunt,
Jeanne de Luxembourg?

Forget my aunt,

she is no longer!

Prince Philippe,

to whom I swore loyalty...

this Prince, it is my duty,

has decided to give you to the English.

You did it!

You did it!

It is so Jeanne, we had to.

You don't improve, little Jeanne!

I don't like doing this, it's all!

It's time to do what we don't like!

Take the prisoner!

Where are you going?

Take care of your mother!

God, forgive me if I tire being alone.

These English will make me die.

Saint Michael,

Saint Catherine, Saint Marguerite...

Why leave me alone, here,
without counsel?

Those of Compiègne are in danger.

I want to go.

Tell me if I must. Answer me.

In the name of the Father,
the Son, and the Holy Ghost.

Is she living?

Yes, she is alive.

Thank heaven... will she live?

Unless her back is broken.

Do what is in your power
to have her on foot.

The English come in five days...

For the price,
I give them a prisoner in good health.

Five days... You ask for a miracle!

Do it.

Mid-December,
in the bay of the Somme

May 24th 1431, in Rouen,

after four months of trial

Saint John says:

"The stem cannot bear fruit,

"if it is not attached to the vine".

Oh, House of France!

You have never seen such a monster
as we have before us.

Magician, heretic,

schismatic!

And Charles who calls himself king,

in joining to the words
and acts of this woman,

vain, slanderous, and dishonourable,

has made himself heretic

and schismatic!

It is to Jeanne, to you I speak.

Your king is a heretic and schismatic!

Do not speak of my king.

He is the most Christian of all.

He loves the church and Faith most.

What you say is not true.

Quiet!

You are guilty of blasphemy, vain words,

idolatry.

Of hating your gender

and the clothes pertaining to it.

Repent.

Renounce your faults!

What I did,

I did it by God.

I blame none, my king, nor any other.

If there is fault, it is mine,
none other's.

Silence her.

Won't you revoke

certain facts which are reproved?

I bear witness to God
and our Holy Father the Pope.

It is impossible to get the Pope.

He is too far.

You must revoke here

words and facts

the Church reproves.

You must abjure!

Abjure!

I know not what it means.

It means:

renounce certain words and facts.

If I must abjure or not,

I rely on the universal Church.

Abjure! Today,

or you will be burned.

I did no wrong.

I believe in the ten commandments.

Do what is advised. Do you want to die?

Admit all and take woman's dress.

Simply repeat after me.

You are trying very hard to seduce me.

You Jeanne, commonly called the Maid,

handed over to us, Pierre,

by the divine mercy
of the bishop of Beauvais.

You have gravely sinned by imposture,

feigning divine apparitions
and revelations.

By blaspheming God and his saints,

committing many mistakes
contrary to the catholic faith.

However, after charitable warnings,

you have openly abjured your faults,

we absolve you of excommunication.

You save her! You betrayed us!

By profession,
I must seek the salvation of the soul,

and the body of this woman.

You are a traitor!

You will repair this injury!

Make reparations right away!

Continue.

However,

since you have fearlessly

been delinquent in word,

we condemn you finally and definitely,

that you may make penance,

to perpetual prison,

with bread for pain
and water for sadness,

and there, cry for your sins,

and may you not commit others.

We reserve, nevertheless,

the right to pardon
and moderation of your sentence,

if you deserve it.

I shall obey.

Repeat after me:
"I will no longer carry arms...

"nor man's clothes,
nor hair cut short...

"I have been guilty
of mistakes and heresy.

"I submit to the word
and deed of the Church."

Sign.

Is it what I have just said?

Do you want to be burned? Sign.

You have done well, Jeanne.

You have saved your body and soul.

Bishop, the king
has ill spent his money,

by you, the Maid escapes us.

Fear not, Monseigneur,
we will catch her.

Take me to your prison!
No longer in the hands of the English.

Take her where she came from.

Here! From Saint Michael!

And this, from Saint Catherine.

We will lie with you when we want.

Whore!

And after, we will kill you.

What do you want?

I must go to the latrines.

What for?

To pee.

Go ahead.

Pee on yourself.

I am afraid.

My Lord,

I am afraid.

I am so afraid.

Free me of this fear,

it is worst of all.

Remove it from my soul,

from my body.

I beg of you,

give me the light.

I beg of you, My Lord...

Our Father, who art in heaven...

Thy will be done...

I am the first to see you as a woman.

I payed for it, I payed the price.

I don't regret.

Who are you?

When I am spoken to, one says: milord.

Who sent you?

No one. Myself.

Come.

Monday, May 28th 1431

When did you change?

Not long ago.

Why did you? Who made you do it?

No one forced me. I wanted to.

Why did you take this dress?

I am among men.

As long as I am among them
I will wear men's clothes.

You swore

not to wear them again.

I did not swear that.

I took this dress,

because the promise made was not held.

I was promised I could hear mass,

and receive the body of Christ.

I was promised not be in irons.

Didn't you renounce?

Never to wear men's clothing?

I prefer dying than being in irons.

But if I am promised

I may hear mass,

and the irons removed,

and kept by women,

then I shall do what the Church wants.

Since you renounced, you heard voices?

Yes.

What did they say?

God said He had great pity on me,

I was in great danger by renouncing,

that I damned myself to save my life...

When I was on the stand
in front of the judges,

the voices told me to answer
in earnest to he who preached.

He was a false preacher.

He said several things I did not do.

If I said God did not send me,
I would damn myself.

Because it is true, God sent me.

All I have revoked,

I did for fear of the fire.

These voices, do you still believe
they are St Catherine and St Marguerite?

Yes.

I believe they are of God.

Everything I said at the trial is true.

I said as best I could.

On the stand,

you confessed it was a lie.

I did not say that.

I didn't want to revoke my voices.

If I did, it was for fear of the fire.

I prefer my sentence once.

Dying than staying any longer in prison.

You know

what you are saying?

I never did anything
against God or the Faith.

I was ordered to renounce things
I did not understand...

If the judges wish it,
I will take woman's dress.

For the rest, I shall do nothing.

All is said.

May 30th, in the morning

Tell me what you must say.

The bishop of Beauvais sends me

to induce you to contrition and penance.

The judges have declared a relapse.

You have fallen again to your faults.

You must die today.

Die...

Today.

Before noon.

You will be led to the stake,
to be burnt.

So have the judges ordered.

Burnt...

Burnt?

Jeanne... courage...

Have pity...

Pity...

Take my head.

The judges did not want that!

To send my body to ashes.

My body which has never been corrupted!

Leave it intact.

I beg of you. Have pity on me.

Be strong, Jeanne.

If I had been in Church prison,
and not here...

I may hear your confession.

Bishop,

I die by you.

Take what must come with patience.

You die because you broke your promise.

You returned to your first evil deed.

If I had been placed in Church prison,

if I had had women around me,

this would not have happened.

You know it!

From the beginning!

For this, I call you before God.

You will answer before Him.

My Lordship, she asks
to receive the body of Our Lord.

Give it to her.

But she has relapsed,
she is excommunicated.

Give her anything she asks.

So?

Where is the stole? Where is the light?

I was told, only the bread.

If she has communion, she has communion!

I want the stole and the light.
Right away!

Do you believe it is the body of Christ?

Yes, I believe.

And the only who might deliver me.

I ask it be given to me.

Lord Jesus,

Saint Michael,

Saint Catherine,

Saint Marguerite...

Where will I be tonight?

I ask forgiveness to all,

The French, The English, the others...

Forgive all the harm I have done

serving my king
and the king of the Heavens...

I forgive you

all the harm you have done unto me,

I want a cross...

May I have a cross?

Men of church,

have a mass said for me.

That I may be saved for eternal life.

Bring me another cross...

A big one, that I may see to the end.

I want to see the cross.

Jesus...

Jesus!