I stand here on this day, and I see the great fields of France all red with blood. Not the blood of our beloveds, nor the blood of our enemies, but the blood of our sacrifice and devotion.

Many the years France has been suppressed by both England and Burgundy, many the years we have died under their swords, at the commands of their kings. And still, we keep a strong nation, and we will not bow down to the English authority, nor shall we stand still while they butcher all that is dear to us.

I, Joan of Arc, was sent by the Saints, St. Michael, St. Catherine and St. Margaret, to lead France into a new era, an era of freedom and independence, out of the English suppression and into the light of a new day. I do not presume to lead our nation, but only to give the reins of the great, beautiful horse that is France to its rightful rider, Dauphin d'Viennois.

I do not claim myself to be a messenger of the gods, nor do I see myself as Jesus Christ reborn. All I ask is to see our land freed and our people happy, I ask to bring an end to this war, as a mere tool in the hand of god. Those saints who speak to me tell me that I will not go out to battle as a woman, but clad in a man's armor, as befit any warrior.

I see you, my faithful army, my men of sword, the shield of our beloved land. I see desperate faces, longing for times of peace, to go back to the families they have left behind, to the arms of their dear ones. Part of you shall not live to see those times of peace, nor to hug their wives, or see their children as they grow into men and women of the world; even I may meet my grave before this war is done. For all of you who now look frightened to their comrades, wondering which of them will survive this war, I say only this: none shall die a soldier; we all die as heroes, in the eyes of the loving god and the grateful crowd. Your women shall weep for you, and your children might, during the years, forget your faces, but the world shall not forget, the god will not forgive, the winds will whisper our names and the stars will show our faces.

For peace, for France and for love; for the great god above,

We shall fight, and WE SHALL WIN!

מגניב, נכון? :}
[צל"ש למי שקרא את הכל ואפילו הבין]

עד כאן מון להיום [וכנראה להחודש, אלא אם כן יתחשק לי לשים תמונות של עצמי בתור החתול]

The world might die, but you will not find a thing half as sly
as the Cheshire Cat's smile.
:}