THE GENTLEMAN. —has finally declared her to have been endowed with heroic virtues and favored with private revelations, and calls the said Venerable and Blessed Joan to the communion of the Church Triumphant as Saint Joan. JOAN [_rapt_] Saint Joan! THE GENTLEMAN. On every thirtieth day of May, being the anniversary of the death of the said most blessed daughter of God, there shall in every Catholic church to the end of time be celebrated a special office in commemoration of her; and it shall be lawful to dedicate a special chapel to her, and to place her image on its altar in every such church. And it shall be lawful and laudable for the faithful to kneel and address their prayers through her to the Mercy Seat. JOAN. Oh no. It is for the saint to kneel. [_She falls on her knees, still rapt_]. THE GENTLEMAN [_putting up his paper, and retiring beside the Executioner_] In Basilica Vaticana, the sixteenth day of May, nineteen hundred and twenty. DUNOIS [_raising Joan_] Half an hour to burn you, dear saint; and four centuries to find out the truth about you! DE STOGUMBER. Sir: I was chaplain to the Cardinal of Winchester once. They always would call him the Cardinal of England. It would be a great comfort to me and to my master to see a fair statue to The Maid in Winchester Cathedral. Will they put one there, do you think? THE GENTLEMAN. As the building is temporarily in the hands of the Anglican heresy, I cannot answer for that. _A vision of the statue in Winchester Cathedral is seen through the window._ DE STOGUMBER. Oh look! look! that is Winchester. JOAN. Is that meant to be me? I was stiffer on my feet. _The vision fades._ THE GENTLEMAN. I have been requested by the temporal authorities of France to mention that the multiplication of public statues to The Maid threatens to become an obstruction to traffic. I do so as a matter of courtesy to the said authorities, but must point out on behalf of the Church that The Maid’s horse is no greater obstruction to traffic than any other horse. JOAN. Eh! I am glad they have not forgotten my horse. _A vision of the statue before Rheims Cathedral appears._ JOAN. Is that funny little thing me too? CHARLES. That is Rheims Cathedral where you had me crowned. It must be you. JOAN. Who has broken my sword? My sword was never broken. It is the sword of France. DUNOIS. Never mind. Swords can be mended. Your soul is unbroken; and you are the soul of France. _The vision fades. The Archbishop and the Inquisitor are now seen on the right and left of Cauchon._ JOAN. My sword shall conquer yet: the sword that never struck a blow. Though men destroyed my body, yet in my soul I have seen God. CAUCHON [_kneeling to her_] The girls in the field praise thee; for thou hast raised their eyes; and they see that there is nothing between them and heaven. DUNOIS [_kneeling to her_] The dying soldiers praise thee, because thou art a shield of glory between them and the judgment.