PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS OF JOAN OF ARC - VOLUME 2
PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS OF JOAN OF ARC - VOLUME 2
PERSONAL RECOLLECTIONS OF JOAN OF ARC
by THE SIEUR LOUIS DE CONTE
(her page and secretary)
In Two Volumes
Freely translated out of the ancient French into modern English
from the original unpublished manuscript in the National Archives
Book II -- IN COURT AND CAMP Continued
28 Joan Foretells Her Doom
29 Fierce Talbot Reconsiders
30 The Red Field of Patay
31 France Begins to Live Again
32 The Joyous News Flies Fast
33 Joan's Five Great Deeds
34 The Jests of the Burgundians
35 The Heir of France is Crowned
36 Joan Hears News from Home
37 Again to Arms
38 The King Cries "Forward!"
39 We Win but the King Balks
40 Treachery Conquers Joan
41 The Maid Will March No More
Book III -- TRIAL AND MARTYRDOM
1 The Maid in Chains
2 Joan Sold to the English
3 Weaving the Net About Her
4 All Ready to Condemn
5 Fifty Experts Against a Novice
6 The Maid Baffles Her Persecutors
7 Craft That Was in Vain
8 Joan Tells of Her Visions
9 Her Sure Deliverance Foretold
10 The Inquisitors at Their Wit's End
11 The Court Reorganized for Assassination
12 Joan's Master-Stroke Diverted
13 The Third Trial Fails
14 Joan Struggles with Her Twelve Lies
15 Undaunted by Threat of Burning
16 Joan Stands Defiant Before the Rack
17 Supreme in Direst Peril
18 Condemned Yet Unafraid
19 Our Last Hopes of Rescue Fail
20 The Betrayal
21 Respited Only for Torture
22 Joan Gives the Fatal Answer
23 The Time Is at Hand
24 Joan the Martyr
Chapter 28 Joan Foretells Her Doom
THE TROOPS must have a rest. Two days would be allowed for
The morning of the 14th I was writing from Joan's dictation in a
small room which she sometimes used as a private office when she
wanted to get away from officials and their interruptions.
Catherine Boucher came in and sat down and said:
"Joan dear I want you to talk to me."
"Indeed I am not sorry for that but glad. What is in your mind?"
"This. I scarcely slept last night for thinking of the dangers you
are running. The Paladin told me how you made the duke stand out
of the way when the cannon-balls were flying all about and so
saved his life."
"Well that was right wasn't it?"
"Right? Yes; but you stayed there yourself. Why will you do like
that? It seems such a wanton risk."
"Oh no it was not so. I was not in any danger."
"How can you say that Joan with those deadly things flying all
Joan laughed and tried to turn the subject but Catherine persisted.
"It was horribly dangerous and it could not be necessary to stay in
such a place. And you led an assault again. Joan it is tempting
Providence. I want you to make me a promise. I want you to
promise me that you will let others lead the assaults if there must
be assaults and that you will take better care of yourself in those
dreadful battles. Will you?"
But Joan fought away from the promise and did not give it.
Catherine sat troubled and discontented awhile then she said:
"Joan are you going to be a soldier always? These wars are so
long--so long. They last forever and ever and ever."
There was a glad flash in Joan's eye as she cried:
"This campaign will do all the really hard work that is in front of it
in the next four days. The rest of it will be gentler--oh far less
bloody. Yes in four days France will gather another trophy like the
redemption of Orleans and make her second long step toward
Catherine started (and do did I); then she gazed long at Joan like
one in a trance murmuring "four days--four days" as if to herself
and unconsciously. Finally she asked in a low voice that had
something of awe in it:
"Joan tell me--how is it that you know that? For you do know it I
"Yes" said Joan dreamily "I know--I know. I shall strike--and
strike again. And before the fourth day is finished I shall strike yet
again." She became silent. We sat wondering and still. This was
for a whole minute she looking at the floor and her lips moving
but uttering nothing. Then came these words but hardly audible:
"And in a thousand years the English power in France will not rise
up from that blow."
It made my flesh creep. It was uncanny. She was in a trance
again--I could see it--just as she was that day in the pastures of
Domremy when she prophesied about us boys in the war and
afterward did not know that she had done it. She was not
conscious now; but Catherine did not know that and so she said
in a happy voice:
"Oh I believe it I believe it and I am so glad! Then you will come
back and bide with us all your life long and we will love you so
and honor you!"
A scarcely perceptible spasm flitted across Joan's face and the
dreamy voice muttered:
"Before two years are sped I shall die a cruel death!"
I sprang forward with a warning hand up. That is why Catherine
did not scream. She was going to do that--I saw it plainly. Then I
whispered her to slip out of the place and say nothing of what had
happened. I said Joan was asleep--asleep and dreaming. Catherine
whispered back and said:
"Oh I am so grateful that it is only a dream! It sounded like
prophecy." And she was gone.
Like prophecy! I knew it was prophecy; and I sat down crying as
knowing we should lose her. Soon she started shivering slightly