Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc

I, THE SIEUR LOUIS DE CONTE, was born in Neufchateau, on the 6th of January, 1410; that is to say, exactly two years before Joan of Arc was born in Domremy.

My family had fled to those distant regions from the neighborhood of Paris in the first years of the century.

In politics they were Armagnacs-patriots; they were for our own French King, crazy and impotent as he was.

The Burgundian party, who were for the English, had stripped them, and done it well.

They took everything but my father's small nobility, and when he reached Neufchateau he reached it in poverty and with a broken spirit.

But the political atmosphere there was the sort he liked, and that was something.

He came to a region of comparative quiet; he left behind him a region peopled with furies, madmen, devils, where slaughter was a daily pastime and no man's life safe for a moment.

In Paris, mobs roared through the streets nightly, sacking, burning, killing, unmolested, uninterrupted.

The sun rose upon wrecked and smoking buildings, and upon mutilated corpses lying here, there, and yonder about the streets, just as they fell, and stripped naked by thieves, the unholy gleaners after the mob.

None had the courage to gather these dead for burial; they were left there to rot and create plagues.