She repeated my question, amending the surname. “Why did France need Jeanne the Maid?”
Her voice was clear, soft and feminine, just as her friends and family had described it. I still could not see her. “Walk to the bridge over the river,” her voice said.
I packed up my notebook, swallowed the last of the wine and walked along the deserted road. I passed the church and the house of Joan of Arc on my right and headed toward the bridge. I’ll visit the house later, I promised myself.
I’ll visit the house laterI followed the road as it curved round to the left toward the tall white statue that stands near the bridge. The statue depicts the young, innocent peasant girl beside the figure of a woman who symbolises France. The tall woman is handing Joan a sword and whispering to her that she mu
