Chapter VII
The third meeting of the court was in that same spacious chamber, next day, 24th of February.
How did it begin? In just the same old way. When the preparations were ended, the robed sixty-two massed in their chairs and the guards and order-keepers distributed to their stations, Cauchon spoke from his throne and commanded Joan to lay her hands upon the Gospels and swear to tell the truth concerning everything asked her!
Joan's eyes kindled, and she rose; rose and stood, fine and noble, and faced toward the Bishop and said—
"Take care what you do, my lord, you who are my judge, for you take a terrible responsibility on yourself and you presume too far."
It made a great stir, and Cauchon burst out upon her with an awful threat—the threat of instant condemnation unless she obeyed. That made the very bones of my body turn cold, and I saw cheeks about me blanch—for it meant fire and the stake! But Joan, still standing, answered him back, proud and undismayed—
"Not all the clergy in Paris and Rouen could condemn me, lacking the right!"
This made a great tumult, and part of it was applause from the spectators. Joan resumed her seat.
The Bishop still insisted. Joan said—
"I have already made oath. It is enough."
The Bishop shouted—
"In refusing to swear, you place yourself under suspicion!"
"Let be. I have sworn already. It is enough."
