BISHOP CAUCHON--"Our canon law admits a qualification in avowals concerning supernatural matters. Thus the tribunal would find itself prevented from passing sentence upon the Maid, if by some mishap, instead of her declaring affirmatively: 'I have heard the voices,' she were to say: 'I believe I heard the voices.' The doubtful form would cause the principal charge to fall. Now, then, I fear that whether guided by the instinct of self-preservation, or whether properly indoctrinated in advance, Joan may give her answers such a form as to perfidiously raise an unsurmountable obstacle in our way. Do you understand me?" CANON LOYSELEUR--"Perfectly, monseigneur. But how shall we manage it that instead of saying: 'I believe I heard the voices,' Joan shall say: 'I have heard the voices'?" BISHOP CAUCHON--"Nothing is simpler. All we need is to have a councilor, in whom Joan may have full confidence, dictate to her certain answers that will be certain to lead to her condemnation." CANON LOYSELEUR--"Monseigneur, the girl is of extraordinary intelligence and is gifted with exceptional sound judgment. That is her reputation. How can we expect her to repose blind confidence in an unknown adviser?" BISHOP CAUCHON--"My son in Christ, what is your name?" CANON LOYSELEUR--"My name is Nicolas Loyseleur."[112] BISHOP CAUCHON--"I believe the name is truly predestined." CANON LOYSELEUR--"Predestined?" BISHOP CAUCHON (laughing)--"Without a doubt. What is the way that the skilful fowler practices the piping of birds in order to attract the mistrusting partridge? He skilfully imitates the bird's chirping, and the latter believing one of his kind near, flies in the direction of the deceitful voice and falls into the snare. Now, then, my worthy canon, the apostle St. Peter was a fisher of men, you shall be a decoyer of women--to the greater glory of our order." CANON LOYSELEUR (after a moment's reflection)--"I vaguely perceive your thought, monseigneur." BISHOP CAUCHON--"The Maid will arrive towards morning in Rouen. Her cell, her irons are ready. Well, then, it is necessary that when she enters her cell in the morning, she find you there. You must be a companion in her misery, and presently her confidant." CANON LOYSELEUR--"I, monseigneur! Such a mission for me!" BISHOP CAUCHON--"You--in chains, hands and feet. You will moan. You will sigh at the cruelty of the English, at the severity with which I, a bishop, allow a poor priest to be treated whose only crime is that he remained faithful to the King of France. That is the outline of your role." CANON LOYSELEUR (smiling)--"Our divine master said: 'Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's, and unto God what is God's.'" BISHOP CAUCHON--"What is the application of that quotation! It is out of all connection."