Pope Joan Page #4

unchristian writing is off here.

Begin! Begin!

Begin!

Harder!

No.

Then I will teach you to fear

the pains of Hell.

No. She is your daughter!

- Out of here! Both of you!

- Please Mama, come!

Bare your back and kneel!

- Say the Lord's prayer.

- Our father which art in heaven.

Keep going!

Keep going! Or did that heretic

teach you a different prayer?

Hallowed be...

...thy name!

Your Kingdom come.

Thy will be done...

on earth as it is in heaven!

Give us this day

our daily bread...

and forgive us our trespasses as we

forgive those who trespass against us.

- Are you the priest of this village?

- I am.

I'm an envoy from The Bishop of Dorstadt.

Dorstadt?

Then you've been on the road for weeks.

Just to find me?

Not entirely.

Johannes.

The Bishop is calling you

to the Schola.

Forgive me, sir, but I'm here

to bring a girl to Dorstadt.

- A girl named... Johanna.

- I'm Johanna! I'm to go to the schola!

It's ridiculous! Johannes, Johanna...

A small mistake in the writing.

- Happens even to the best of scribes!

- That may be...

Use your head, what's a girl

supposed to do in the cathedral school?

You're the mother.

What do you say?

Disrespectful man, you dare doubt the

word of a devoted servant of the Lord?

Calm yourself, pious father.

Remember the authority that I represent.

You must have known about these plans.

The Bishop does not just send

for any child,

so... which one

am I supposed to take to Dorstadt?

You ought to take the boy.

Then...

So should it be. Hurry!

A raft is waiting for us.

Come, come.

Pack your things!

Johannes, it's time.

Prove yourself worthy receiving

somewhat good. Go now.

Give this letter to the Bishop.

Don't dare to open it yourself.

Johannes!

Johanna!

For seven days the two of them

rode the Rhine downstream.

Many of the rafts men were captivated

by Johanna's wisdom...

and touched by her story.

Johanna knew...

God wanted to rescue her

from her miserable existence.

Why else would He have allowed

her to find her brother?

The Lord had reached out His hand to her

and she felt compelled to take it.

This is from the Bishop.

We are expected at the Schola.

Pardon me, Eminence.

The girl has arrived.

Girl?

- You had her fetched from Ingelheim.

- Oh, Yes, now I remember.

That Greek scholar's idea.

But am I seeing double?

The boy is her brother.

Their father, a priest, insists that

he too be allowed to attend the schola.

What do you know? I send for one.

I get two.

If only the Emperor were as generous

as this holy man from the countryside.

Well, are you really the little scholar

they described you as?

I studied hard, Sir.

It is said that you can

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