by D. J. Holmes
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Although the English approach Domremy many times during the next few years, seeing Jacque’s standards on a ridge flying in the wind brings memories of the fierce soldiers that are the protectors of that village, and they move on to easier targets.
During this time, Jacquemin, now sixteen years old, has asked to fight with his father. Within two years, he becomes well known for his great fighting skills. The French nobles hear of his expertise and ask him to join their forces.
“Father, I am eighteen now and have been asked to join the French forces on the front lines.”
“What is your decision, son?”
“I want to go, Father. The French nobles need me.”
“When do you leave?”
“…Tomorrow. The French forces from Avignon are coming through Domremy. I go with them.”
“I see.” Jacque states sadly as he puts his hand on his son’s shoulder, “I will tell your mother.”
After Isabelle is told, crying can be heard coming from their room
Jehanne walks to her brother’s room. After knocking on his door, Jacquemin opens it. “What do you want Jehanne?”
“Mother is crying. Do you know why?”
“Yes, little one. I leave with the French forces tomorrow morning.”
“I can’t wait until I can fight those horrible English soldiers. They burnt our cottage down!” she says with a frown on her face.
“Yes, but we rebuilt it, didn’t we? Now let’s turn that frown into a smile Jehanne.”
“Well, someday, I’m going to run the English out of France!” she says with determination.
“I can tell you, I’d be afraid to come against you. But, for right now, don’t you think that it’s time to go back to bed?”
Pointing her finger toward him, she says, “Remember, brother, don’t leave in the morning without telling me good bye.”
“I’ll remember. Now, get to bed,” as he motions with his fingers for her to keep moving toward her room.
“…Alright.”
Jacquemin watches Jehanne from his bedroom until she walks into her room, then he shuts his own door.