“So why did you go to Nancy and talk to the Duke of Lorraine? It seems like a waste of time,” I repeated.
Joan shook her head. “No, not such a waste of time because as a result of that visit, his son-in-law, René, did join my army five months later. Anyway, the Duke himself sent for me. I’d never been to Nancy; Charles of Lorraine was a Duke, and he wanted to see me. So I went.
“He had a nasty dose of something he’d picked up while w*****g, and he was desperate enough to try anything. Apparently, he thought I could cure him.”
“And did you?”
Joan snorted. “Of course not. I didn’t perform magic—or miracles, either.”
“Some would say your whole performance in those last three years of your life was a miracle, but what happened with the Duke? Was he angry, disappointed or how did he react
