第85章 ENGLAND UNDER HENRY THE SIXTH(4)

In this fight，being again struck down into the ditch，she was abandoned by the whole army.She lay unaided among a heap of dead，and crawled out how she could.Then，some of her believers went over to an opposition Maid，Catherine of La Rochelle，who said she was inspired to tell where there were treasures of buried money-though she never did-and then Joan accidentally broke the old，old sword，and others said that her power was broken with it.

Finally，at the siege of Compi奼ne，held by the Duke of Burgundy，where she did valiant service，she was basely left alone in a retreat，though facing about and fighting to the last；and an archer pulled her off her horse.

O the uproar that was made，and the thanksgivings that were sung，about the capture of this one poor country-girl！O the way in which she was demanded to be tried for sorcery and heresy，and anything else you like，by the Inquisitor-General of France，and by this great man，and by that great man，until it is wearisome to think of！She was bought at last by the Bishop of Beauvais for ten thousand francs，and was shut up in her narrow prison：plain Joan of Arc again，and Maid of Orleans no more.

I should never have done if I were to tell you how they had Joan out to examine her，and cross-examine her，and re-examine her，and worry her into saying anything and everything；and how all sorts of scholars and doctors bestowed their utmost tediousness upon her.

Sixteen times she was brought out and shut up again，and worried，and entrapped，and argued with，until she was heart-sick of the dreary business.On the last occasion of this kind she was brought into a burial-place at Rouen，dismally decorated with a scaffold，and a stake and faggots，and the executioner，and a pulpit with a friar therein，and an awful sermon ready.It is very affecting to know that even at that pass the poor girl honoured the mean vermin of a King，who had so used her for his purposes and so abandoned her；and，that while she had been regardless of reproaches heaped upon herself，she spoke out courageously for him.

It was natural in one so young to hold to life.To save her life，she signed a declaration prepared for her-signed it with a cross，for she couldn't write-that all her visions and Voices had come from the Devil.Upon her recanting the past，and protesting that she would never wear a man's dress in future，she was condemned to imprisonment for life，'on the bread of sorrow and the water of affliction.'

But，on the bread of sorrow and the water of affliction，the visions and the Voices soon returned.It was quite natural that they should do so，for that kind of disease is much aggravated by fasting，loneliness，and anxiety of mind.It was not only got out of Joan that she considered herself inspired again，but，she was taken in a man's dress，which had been left-to entrap her-in her prison，and which she put on，in her solitude；perhaps，in remembrance of her past glories，perhaps，because the imaginary Voices told her.For this relapse into the sorcery and heresy and anything else you like，she was sentenced to be burnt to death.

And，in the market-place of Rouen，in the hideous dress which the monks had invented for such spectacles；with priests and bishops sitting in a gallery looking on，though some had the Christian grace to go away，unable to endure the infamous scene；this shrieking girl-last seen amidst the smoke and fire，holding a crucifix between her hands；last heard，calling upon Christ-was burnt to ashes.They threw her ashes into the river Seine；but they will rise against her murderers on the last day.

From the moment of her capture，neither the French King nor one single man in all his court raised a finger to save her.It is no defence of them that they may have never really believed in her，or that they may have won her victories by their skill and bravery.

The more they pretended to believe in her，the more they had caused her to believe in herself；and she had ever been true to them，ever brave，ever nobly devoted.But，it is no wonder，that they，who were in all things false to themselves，false to one another，false to their country，false to Heaven，false to Earth，should be monsters of ingratitude and treachery to a helpless peasant girl.

In the picturesque old town of Rouen，where weeds and grass grow high on the cathedral towers，and the venerable Norman streets are still warm in the blessed sunlight though the monkish fires that once gleamed horribly upon them have long grown cold，there is a statue of Joan of Arc，in the scene of her last agony，the square to which she has given its present name.I know some statues of modern times-even in the World's metropolis，I think-which commemorate less constancy，less earnestness，smaller claims upon the world's attention，and much greater impostors.

PART THE THIRD

BAD deeds seldom prosper，happily for mankind；and the English cause gained no advantage from the cruel death of Joan of Arc.For a long time，the war went heavily on.The Duke of Bedford died；

The alliance with the Duke of Burgundy was broken；and Lord Talbot became a great general on the English side in France.But，two of the consequences of wars are，Famine-because the people cannot peacefully cultivate the ground-and Pestilence，which comes of want，misery，and suffering.Both these horrors broke out in both countries，and lasted for two wretched years.Then，the war went on again，and came by slow degrees to be so badly conducted by the English government，that，within twenty years from the execution of the Maid of Orleans，of all the great French conquests，the town of Calais alone remained in English hands.