THE ARCHBISHOP. This creature is not a saint. She is not even a respectable woman. She does not wear women’s clothes. She is dressed like a soldier, and rides round the country with soldiers. Do you suppose such a person can be admitted to your Highness’s court? LA HIRE. Stop. [_Going to the Archbishop_] Did you say a girl in armor, like a soldier? THE ARCHBISHOP. So De Baudricourt describes her. LA HIRE. But by all the devils in hell—Oh, God forgive me, what am I saying?—by Our Lady and all the saints, this must be the angel that struck Foul Mouthed Frank dead for swearing. CHARLES [_triumphantly_] You see! A miracle. LA HIRE. She may strike the lot of us dead if we cross her. For Heaven’s sake, Archbishop, be careful what you are doing. THE ARCHBISHOP [_severely_] Rubbish! Nobody has been struck dead. A drunken blackguard who has been rebuked a hundred times for swearing has fallen into a well, and been drowned. A mere coincidence. LA HIRE. I do not know what a coincidence is. I do know that the man is dead, and that she told him he was going to die. THE ARCHBISHOP. We are all going to die, Captain. LA HIRE [_crossing himself_] I hope not. [_He backs out of the conversation._] BLUEBEARD. We can easily find out whether she is an angel or not. Let us arrange when she comes that I shall be the Dauphin, and see whether she will find me out. CHARLES. Yes: I agree to that. If she cannot find the blood royal I will have nothing to do with her. THE ARCHBISHOP. It is for the Church to make saints: let De Baudricourt mind his own business, and not dare usurp the function of his priest. I say the girl shall not be admitted. BLUEBEARD. But, Archbishop— THE ARCHBISHOP [_sternly_] I speak in the Church’s name. [_To the Dauphin_] Do you dare say she shall? CHARLES [_intimidated but sulky_] Oh, if you make it an excommunication matter, I have nothing more to say, of course. But you havnt read the end of the letter. De Baudricourt says she will raise the siege of Orleans, and beat the English for us. LA TRÉMOUILLE. Rot! CHARLES. Well, will you save Orleans for us, with all your bullying? LA TRÉMOUILLE [_savagely_] Do not throw that in my face again: do you hear? I have done more fighting than you ever did or ever will. But I cannot be everywhere. THE DAUPHIN. Well, that’s something. BLUEBEARD [_coming between the Archbishop and Charles_] You have Jack Dunois at the head of your troops in Orleans: the brave Dunois, the handsome Dunois, the wonderful invincible Dunois, the darling of all the ladies, the beautiful bastard. Is it likely that the country lass can do what he cannot do? CHARLES. Why doesnt he raise the siege, then? LA HIRE. The wind is against him. BLUEBEARD. How can the wind hurt him at Orleans? It is not on the Channel.