DUNOIS [_recognizing her mettle, and clapping her heartily on the shoulder_] Good. You have the makings of a soldier in you. You are in love with war. JOAN [_startled_] Oh! And the Archbishop said I was in love with religion. DUNOIS. I, God forgive me, am a little in love with war myself, the ugly devil! I am like a man with two wives. Do you want to be like a woman with two husbands? JOAN [_matter-of-factly_] I will never take a husband. A man in Toul took an action against me for breach of promise; but I never promised him. I am a soldier: I do not want to be thought of as a woman. I will not dress as a woman. I do not care for the things women care for. They dream of lovers, and of money. I dream of leading a charge, and of placing the big guns. You soldiers do not know how to use the big guns: you think you can win battles with a great noise and smoke. DUNOIS [_with a shrug_] True. Half the time the artillery is more trouble than it is worth. JOAN. Aye, lad; but you cannot fight stone walls with horses: you must have guns, and much bigger guns too. DUNOIS [_grinning at her familiarity, and echoing it_] Aye, lass; but a good heart and a stout ladder will get over the stoniest wall. JOAN. I will be first up the ladder when we reach the fort, Bastard. I dare you to follow me. DUNOIS. You must not dare a staff officer, Joan: only company officers are allowed to indulge in displays of personal courage. Besides, you must know that I welcome you as a saint, not as a soldier. I have daredevils enough at my call, if they could help me. JOAN. I am not a daredevil: I am a servant of God. My sword is sacred: I found it behind the altar in the church of St Catherine, where God hid it for me; and I may not strike a blow with it. My heart is full of courage, not of anger. I will lead; and your men will follow: that is all I can do. But I must do it: you shall not stop me. DUNOIS. All in good time. Our men cannot take those forts by a sally across the bridge. They must come by water, and take the English in the rear on this side. JOAN [_her military sense asserting itself_] Then make rafts and put big guns on them; and let your men cross to us. DUNOIS. The rafts are ready; and the men are embarked. But they must wait for God. JOAN. What do you mean? God is waiting for them. DUNOIS. Let Him send us a wind then. My boats are downstream: they cannot come up against both wind and current. We must wait until God changes the wind. Come: let me take you to the church. JOAN. No. I love church; but the English will not yield to prayers: they understand nothing but hard knocks and slashes. I will not go to church until we have beaten them. DUNOIS. You must: I have business for you there. JOAN. What business? DUNOIS. To pray for a west wind. I have prayed; and I have given two silver candlesticks; but my prayers are not answered. Yours may be: you are young and innocent.