For some the life of devout contemplation, but not for you, sister.

Your blood is too fiery and your heart too passionate....

You have a lover?
Tell me his name." Docilely Catherine whispered it, and Jeanne laughed merrily.
"Sir Guy! My most loyal champion.

By my staff, you are the blessed maid.
There is no more joyous knight in all the fields of France." "I do not seek wedlock.

Oh, it is well for you who are leading armies and doing the commands of God.