“When one receives the sacrament, the manner of his dress is a small thing and of no value in the eyes of Our Lord.”

She was charge with being so stubborn in clinging to her male dress that she would not lay it off even to get the blessed privilege of hearing mass.  She spoke out with spirit and said: 

“I would rather die than be untrue to my oath to God.”

She was reproached with doing man’s work in the wars and thus deserting the industries proper to her sex.  She answered, with some little touch of soldierly disdain: 

“As to the matter of women’s work, there’s plenty to do it.”

It was always a comfort to me to see the soldier spirit crop up in her.  While that remained in her she would be Joan of Arc, and able to look trouble and fate in the face.

“It appears that this mission of yours which you claim you had from God, was to make war and pour out human blood.”

Joan replied quite simply, contenting herself with explaining that war was not her first move, but her second: 

“To begin with, I demanded that peace should be made.  If it was refused, then I would fight.”

The judge mixed the Burgundians and English together in speaking of the enemy which Joan had come to make war upon.  But she showed that she made a distinction between them by act and word, the Burgundians being Frenchmen and therefore entitled to less brusque treatment than the English.  She said: 

“As to the Duke of Burgundy, I required of him, both by letters and by his ambassadors, that he make peace with the King.  As to the English, the only peace for them was that they leave the country and go home.”

Then she said that even with the English she had shown a pacific disposition, since she had warned them away by proclamation before attacking them.

“If they had listened to me,” said she, “they would have done wisely.”  At this point she uttered her prophecy again, saying with emphasis, “Before seven years they will see it themselves.”

Then they presently began to pester her again about her male costume, and tried to persuade her to voluntarily promise to discard it.  I was never deep, so I think it no wonder that I was puzzled by their persistency in what seemed a thing of no consequence, and could not make out what their reason could be.  But we all know now.  We all know now that it was another of their treacherous projects.  Yes, if they could but succeed in getting her to formally discard it they could play a game upon her which would quickly destroy her.  So they kept at their evil work until at last she broke out and said: 

“Peace!  Without the permission of God I will not lay it off though you cut off my head!”

At one point she corrected the proces verbal, saying: 

“It makes me say that everything which I have done was done by the counsel of Our Lord.  I did not say that, I said ’all which I have well done.’”