Joan of Arc Page #3

Just pretend.

Who wants to be king?

Now there's a heartwarming sight.

Now, let us see.

Which one of you could possibly pass...

...as the king of France?

Alenon, my noble duke,

my royal cousin...

...so fine, so brave, so rich.

So very rich. So far-too-rich

to be the king of France.

Everyone knows I'm the poorest man

in my kingdom.

Gilles de Rais.

Marshal of France.

Formidable to men,

fascinating to women.

Feared by all.

You would be perfect

to sit on my throne.

So perfect that you

might like it too much...

...and therefore disturb

my fragile peace of mind.

La Hire.

My angry captain.

Bravest in France.

Scarred by a dozen wars but with

the heart and stomach for a dozen more.

You could pass for the king.

Bloody right, I could.

Except that no one with a tongue

like that could be king of France.

Well, it looks like it shall

have to be me after all.

Why not you?

Jean d'Aulon.

The only man who's poorer than I am,

therefore the only man I can trust.

Dignified, honorable, wise.

What more can we ask of a king?

- I'm not sure...

- You're not ready to die for your king?

- I am.

- Good.

Until then, feel free to live

like a king. Bring her up.

Sire, you know how bad I am

at this sort of game.

Pretend it's not a game.

Make way for the dauphin.

- Mother?

- Not now.

I have come to see the dauphin.

Who are you?

I'm...

His most gracious Majesty,

Charles de Valois, Dauphin of France.

Yes.

I can see you are a good man.

But you're not the dauphin.

I'm sorry to insist,

but I must see the dauphin.

We have no time to lose.

Where is he?

He's here.

Find him yourself.

Now you'll see who'll pass for a king.

There's no need to be afraid, sire.

I'm not the king.

I know you're not yet,

but you will be soon.

Out.

How did you know who I am?

- Her voices.

- "That's him," they said.

"The one in the corner

with the big nose. "

Back off!

My gentle dauphin.

Oh, my gentle dauphin.

I have a message...

...from the King of Heaven...

...for you.

You only.

Follow me.

Your Majesty, I plead...

My dear loyal Trmoille,

I know I can count on you...

As always, Majesty.

...to ensure our privacy.

I need to talk to her alone.

He needs to talk to her alone.

Fine.

I was about 10 years old.

It was a beautiful spring day. I was

taking a shortcut through the forest...

...when a strange wind...

...began to blow.

It was such a strange sound,

almost like words...

...calling me.

The second time...

...was many years later.

I was coming back from church

when suddenly...

...the same...

...violent wind.

Then...

...a shape...

...appeared...

...in the middle of the sky.

The shape...

...of a man.

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