No, I weep because of the cruelties his followers have performed, invoking my son as God - the only God. I seek a remedy. Well, you gave birth to your Wild Boy. I had a stranger gift from God - a Wild Girl. My name is Madame Pucele, and my daughter Jeanne became famous at a very early age as heretic and witch.
Girls develop quicker than boys.
At fourteen Jeanne dressed as a boy and rode on a white horse leading our French army to victory over the English. But the clergy collaborated with our enemies, and had my girl burnt at the stake as witch and heretic. But she became so popular during hundreds of years, that. I do not weep, Mesdames. I am angry.