Joan Darc—"I partook of communion as often as I could, and not as often as I would have wished."
Bishop Cauchon (excitedly)—"Registrars, did you enter that?"
A Registrar—"Yes, monseigneur."
Bishop Cauchon—"Whence did you come the last time you went to Compiegne?"
Joan Darc (shivers at the painful recollection)—"I came from Crespy, in Valois."
Bishop Cauchon—"Did your voices order the sally at which you were taken?"
Joan Darc—"During the last week of the Easter holidays my voices often warned me that I was soon to be betrayed and delivered—but that it was so decreed—not to be surprised, and to accept everything meekly, and that God would come to my aid."
A Judge—"Thus your voices, the voices of your saints, told you you would be captured?"
Joan Darc (sighing)—"Yes, they told me so a long time. I requested my saints to let me die the moment I was taken so as not to prolong my sufferings—"
The Inquisitor—"Did your voices tell you exactly the day on which you would be captured?"