Jeanne d’Arc and the English Occupation
“Je scay bien que
les Angloys me feront mourir, croyant qu’
âpres ma mort ils gagneront lé
royaume de France; maïs quand meme
ils seraient cent mille godons de plus
qu’ils ne sont présentement,
ils n’auraient pas ce royaume.”
Of the many interesting processions
which must have taken place in the fifteenth century
on the occasion of the great ceremony of the Fierté
St. Romain, surely few can have been more impressive
than that in which the Duke of Bedford, in his capacity
as Canon of the Cathedral, walked among the ecclesiastics
towards the little chapel in the Place de la Haute
Vieille Tour where the freedom of the prisoner
was declared before the assembled people. For
in him all might see the outward and visible proof
of an English occupation in its most intimate connection
with the ancient traditions begun under his ancestors
the Dukes of Normandy. But his presence is not
the only sign that can be clearly traced of the interest
which the English inevitably felt in the most extraordinary
privilege of their new possession. As usual on
every occasion when a new set of officials came in
touch with this astonishing and deeply-rooted custom,
their contact is marked by fresh expressions of dissent.
So, just as Philip-Augustus had to uphold, against
his own officials, the custom which every prince before
him had sanctioned, in exactly the same way we find
Henry V. affirming that the Privilege of St. Romain
was of right to be exercised by the canons of the
Cathedral according to their ancient precedents.
And it is instructive that though his verdict was
first pronounced in a case by which a native prisoner
benefited, it was only in the next year, and again
on some other occasions, that an Englishman was chosen
to bear the holy shrine and win pardon for his sins.
So strangely, indeed, and so strongly was the privilege
exercised during these years of foreign dominion, that
I cannot avoid the reflection humiliating
to Rouen as it is that an attempt at least
might have been made to exercise it in the case of
the most famous prisoner ever in the donjons of
the city, of the woman who would have been most worthy
of those upon the roll of mercy to benefit by the
protection of the Church. But if any attempt was
made in favour of Jeanne d’Arc, it has not been
recorded, and this is one of the strongest reasons
for my regret that, full as they are, these records
of the Privilege are often only too obviously imperfect.
The case in which objection was first
raised was very naturally the first which occurred
after the English flag had been unfurled above the
city. In great surprise at the confidence shown
by the good canons, the new bailli, Gauthier
de Beauchamp, demanded an enquiry which was promptly
held in his presence before the Cardinal Bishop of
Winchester. On learning of the dispute Henry V.
at once wrote to declare his reverence for the privilege
established “En l’onneur et reverence
du dict glorieux confesseur monsieur sainct
Rommaing”; so Jehan Anquetil was duly delivered
to mercy, after a crime to which modern civilisation
is very rightly and unswervingly severe, and his accomplice
was claimed by the Chapterhouse and delivered also.
I confess it is beyond my powers to suggest the reason
for so solemn a prerogative having been exercised
by the highest dignitaries of the city’s Cathedral
in favour of a prisoner convicted of rape. If a
privilege that can only have resisted official competition
for so long because it was based on deeply-rooted
popular support, could survive a choice of this kind,
it is one of the strongest proofs of the changes in
society and in public opinion which have fortunately
appeared in civilised communities since the fifteenth
century.
In 1420 a still more interesting case
arose, which is the first that suggests to my mind
the possibility of the canons’ choice being
occasionally influenced by those in authority, and
if by them, then it is only too probable that other
suggestions (not strictly religious in their nature)
may have been made in other years when “equity,”
according to our notions, does not explain their triumph
over “law.” For in this year the
manuscript records, “Pierre Lamequin, de la
paroisse de Vize, en Angleterre, diocese
de Salisbery;” an entry which inevitably suggests
to English ears that Peter Lambkin of Devizes was
the lucky prisoner. He killed a merchant at an
outlying village, with a French friend to help him.
Other instances occur in which the foreign army profited
by the native privilege. In 1429 the entry reads:
“Thomas Grandon, anglais, de la paroisse
de Hanniquem, diocese d’York,” who killed
two Scotchmen at Chambroix. In 1434 we find:
“Guillaume Banc, anglais, de la paroisse
de Saint-Bin, diocese de Carlisle,” who slew
one Saunders in a brawl, helped by a friend named
William Peters. In 1437, “Jehan Hotot, laïque,
de la paroisse de Sainte-Marie de Helnyngan,
diocese de Norfolk,” who killed a pair of Englishmen
in the country. In 1438, “Jennequin Benc
où Bent, anglais, de la paroisse de Bosc-Chatel,
diocese d’Hereford, dans lé pays de
Galles,” who killed an Englishman. In 1439,
“Jehan Helys, anglais, de la paroisse de
Hest-Monceaulz, diocese de Cantorbery,” who had
stolen goods in Rouen, in company with one John Johnson
and Thomas “Kneet." In 1447, “Jean
Houcton, anglais, de la paroisse de Langthon,
en Clindal, diocese de Dublin,” who was charged
with stealing a horse, alleging, in defence, that
foraging was a common privilege of soldiers, and was
subsequently convicted of robbing an innkeeper near
the bridge of a silver cup six ounces in weight.
Now that these names are brought to the knowledge
of English antiquaries with more science and leisure
at their disposal than are mine, I await with interest
to hear whether any traces of these freebooters exist
in the parish records of their native towns.
But, after all, the privilege was
not always exercised in one direction. Occasionally
the feelings of the conquered population had evidently
to be consulted, as in 1425, when Geoffroy Cordeboeuf
was chosen to bear the shrine, who had murdered an
Englishman at Saint-Aubin-sur-Mer. There was
a lengthy discussion over this, during which it is
recorded that the year before, the disputing canons
in their ecclesiastical costume had gone to the tavern
of the Lion d’Or to drink with Lieutenant Poolin,
their opponent, in flat disobedience to the Cathedral
statute of 1361. It came out in the evidence
presented that the canons were actually allowed to
keep the keys of the prisons during Ascension Day
and the three Rogation Days before it, and that they
questioned the prisoners alone, without the jailers
being present. In 1448 the same cause evidently
suggested the liberation of no less than eighteen
prisoners at once, who had banded together in the
village of St. Trinité-de-Tankerville, and killed
four Englishmen. The soldiers thoroughly deserved
their fate, for they had brutally ill-treated two
women, and killed one of their husbands, before the
villagers took vengeance into their own hands.
There is but space to notice very
briefly the other more interesting cases in this period.
In 1428 a woman, named Estiennote Presart, who had
stolen a silver cup from a priest, was pardoned.
In 1441 some workmen on the Palace of the English
King near “Mal s’y Frotte,”
who had thrown some troublesome brawlers into the
Seine, bore the shrine. The next year the privilege
was enjoyed by a husband who had several times discovered
his wife’s infidelity with a neighbouring knight,
and had killed her on finding that she also extended
her favours to a priest. This is one of the most
intelligible instances of all; and in 1454 its circumstances
are almost exactly repeated in the case of Michel
Manant, who also slew his unfaithful wife.
Indeed, a French jury even of to-day is never very
hard upon the “crime passionel,” with
which that nation has always had so much sympathy.
A similar case of the “equity” I have
sometimes fancied I could trace occurs in 1446, when
Nicolas Hebert stole four cups of silver, two belts
studded with silver, twelve silver and ten gold spoons,
having been unable to get any wages paid him after
nine years of service with an advocate of Falaise.
He was condemned to death and pardoned by the canons.
I have already mentioned the famous
Talbot in connection with the Fierté.
He appears again in its records (as the Comte de Sursberik)
in 1444 with a refusal to allow the canons to visit
the prisons of the castle, because they contained
Armagnacs and other treasonable enemies to the
King’s Majesty. But the usual processions
and popular enthusiasm with which the canons replied
soon made him change his mind, and the prisoners were
duly visited both in “La Grosse Tour”
or donjon, and in every other jail. His refusal
had been particularly ill-advised, because in May
of 1430 the canons had appealed from an obstinate
jailer to the Duke of Bedford, and had obtained his
permission to visit the donjon according to their ancient
custom. That very winter the castle of Philip
Augustus in the Place Bouvreuil was to hold
its most famous prisoner. For when Jeanne d’Arc
was brought to Rouen in December 1430, the prison of
the Baillage (called “les prisons
où la geôle du roi"), whose archways you
may still see near the stairway of the Rue du Baillage,
had been destroyed by fire in 1425; and it is particularly
mentioned that she was not placed either in the cells
of the Hotel de Ville, where I have already recorded
that an English jailer had been placed, or in the
“Ecclesiastical Prisons” of the Rue St.
Romain near the Cathedral, although her whole trial
was conducted by ecclesiastics, but in the “Chateau
de Rouen,” where (in Talbot’s words) “prisoners
of war and treasonable felons” were especially
guarded.
At the siege of Compiègne, on May
24, 1430, Jeanne d’Arc had been taken prisoner
by one of the men of John of Luxemburg, and from the
English camp at Margny she was sent further off to
the Chateau of Beaulieu. Within two days the
Vicar-General of the Inquisition, and the University
of Paris, had demanded that she should be delivered
over to the “Justice of the Church.”
And behind both was a power stronger than either,
the hatred of the English. They soon found a
ready instrument in Pierre Cauchon, who had been made
Bishop of Beauvais by the Duke of Burgundy, was chased
out of it by the party of Charles VII., and now expected
to get the Archbishopric of Rouen by the help of the
English. It was he who bore the King of England’s
request to John of Luxemburg that he would give up
Jeanne d’Arc for ten thousand pieces of gold
to the Church to be judged. Neither Charles VII.
nor any French ecclesiastic (save the Archbishop of
Reims) made any movement, so she was surrendered at
the price of an army. After being taken to Beaurevoir,
to Arras, and to Crotoy, she was moved by way of St.
Valery, Eu, and Dieppe to Rouen. She entered
the town by the valley of Bihorel, past the spot where
the Gare du Havre now stands, and by way of the
Rue Verte was led to the castle of Philip Augustus
and placed in an iron cage, so that the smirched authority
of English rule might be re-established by proving
her, in the formal processes of law, a witch.
Of the castle itself the only tower
that now stands still bears her name. Almost
the last scene of her imprisonment took place within
the walls that you may visit here, though originally
she was not placed in this donjon itself. For
the original castle, built by Philip Augustus in 1205
to consolidate his rule over John Lackland’s
fresh-won province, had consisted of an almost circular
building, with six towers, a demi-tower, and this
donjon which was built upon two thick curtain-walls
and entirely interrupted the guards’ “chemin
de ronde,” on to which no door opened from
its massive circular walls. The Castle of Arques
(1038), and of Chateau Guillard (1195), are indeed
older than this of Rouen, but the ruins of their donjon-keeps
do not show anything like the character of the Tour
Jeanne d’Arc, which is itself earlier in date
than either Coucy (1228) or Pierrefonds (1390).
More than this, a document of 1202 preserves the most
interesting fact that this tower was planned after
the dimensions and shape of the famous Tour du Louvre,
of which Paris now possesses only a circle of white
marble to mark the site of the royal tower that once
stood where the south-west corner of the Louvre courtyard
is now.
The walls of Rouen’s donjon
are 4 metres 20 thick, 46 metres in circumference
at the base, and 30 metres high. These last two
measurements show a difference of only two metres from
those of the vanished Tour du Louvre. Before
this chapter closes I shall be able to explain how
it is that you are able to see in Rouen the most perfect
presentment of a thirteenth-century donjon in France,
with two-thirds of the present building in its original
masonry. Within it took place most of the stirring
events of history after a change in dynasty had left
the castle of the Norman dukes to develop gradually
into a commercial instead of a royal or military centre.
One of these, the arrest of Charles lé Mauvais,
and the execution of his four friends by King Jean
lé Bon, I have spoken of in earlier chapters.
This, too, was the fortress that held out longest
for the King when the Revolte de la Harelle was
at its height in 1382. Before its walls Sir Gilbert
Talbot and Sir William Hanington sat down to besiege
Guy lé Bouteiller, who as captain of the
garrison had it in his especial charge. Within
it the eighty hostages for the ransom of the city,
and the thirty burgesses especially punished with
high fines, were imprisoned when King Henry V. took
the town. It was still held by the English garrison
when Jeanne d’Arc was brought to Rouen as a prisoner.
It is the last visible relic of the royal homes of
Rouen, for every other one has disappeared, from the
first keep of Rollo to the Haute et Basse
Vieilles Tours of his descendants, to the
Palace of Philip Augustus and of the English kings,
even to the fortresses of St. Catherine’s Hill
and of the barbacan beside the bridge.
Once his prisoner was safe within
the castle, the Bishop of Beauvais proceeded to “pack
his jury,” and choose his companions for the
trial. His right hand man was Jean d’Estivet
(or “Benedicite"). From Paris arrived Jean
Beaupere, who took Gerson’s place as Chancellor,
with Jacques de Touraine, Nicole Midi, and Thomas
de Courcelles, all brilliant and authoritative theologians.
From Normandy itself came the Prior of Longueville,
the Abbe of Jumieges, Gilles, Abbe of Fécamp and councillor
to the English King, Nicolas Loyseleur, a canon of
Rouen, and others. One alone of those invited,
Nicolas de Houppeville, objected to serving, because
his direct superior, the Archbishop of Reims, had
already disapproved. He was only just saved from
being murdered. No one else dared to differ with
Pierre Cauchon, and several affirmed later on that
they had voted in fear of their lives. Both the
clerk of the court, Manchon, and Massieu, the
doorkeeper, found their sympathies too perilous to
express. This was because, though scarcely an
Englishman was actually a member of the Court, the
English kept the whole proceeding directly under their
thumb, and to every appeal the same answer was returned “The
King (of England) has ordered it.” The
King’s two uncles, of Bedford and of Winchester,
watched that the orders were carried out; and the
price of every one is still recorded in the exact
account-books of the time. The English never let
her leave their castle till the end, so that any slight
“judicial error” might always be corrected
if need were.
They kept her first in an iron cage,
then in one of the castle towers, with irons upon
her feet, chained to a log of wood, and guarded night
and day by four common soldiers. On the 9th of
January 1431 the Bishop of Beauvais summoned in Rouen
the council chosen for the trial, and appointed its
officials. On the 20th, Jeanne, being summoned
to make her appearance before the court at eight next
morning, begged that her judges might be more fairly
chosen, and that she might hear Mass. She was
refused both, and appeared on the 21st, in the chapel
of the castle. Asked to answer truly upon oath
all the questions put to her, Jeanne replied “I
do not know on what points you wish to question me.
You might perhaps ask me things which I will not tell
you.” After this she told how she was called
“Jeannette” at home, and Jeanne “in
France,” and knew no surname; how she was baptised
and born at Domremy, of Jacques d’Arc and his
wife Isabel about nineteen years ago; she refused
to promise not to escape if she could; and would only
recite the Lord’s Prayer in confession to a priest.
After Cauchon had begun, the next day’s questioning
was more gently taken by Jean Beaupere, to whom she
told of her care of the house at home, and of her
skill in needlework, “as good as any in Rouen.”
The inquirers then went on to reveal the story of
her “voices,” and she firmly repeated
her refusal to bind herself by a general oath as to
every answer, saying that she had more fear of God
and of her “voices,” than of her conduct
in that trial. Asked whether she was sure of the
favour of God (a double-edged question at which some
even of her judges murmured) she passed the danger
by saying, “If I am not, may God help me to it;
and if I am, may God preserve me in it.”
Baffled at this point by the innocent
faith of this country girl, the university professor
changed the attack, and approached questions of a
more political importance, cleverly interwoven with
the first appearance of her “voices” when
she was a girl of thirteen at Domremy. But neither
of treasonable partisanship nor of local superstitions
could he convict her. She gave the names of her
heavenly councillors as St. Catherine, St. Margaret,
and St. Michael, the same saint whose fortress held
out inviolable against every English attack among the
quicksands and the rushing tides of the north coast.
Unable to find anything heretic or infidel in her
replies on religious subjects, and only getting candid
common sense in return for their suspicions, her judges
turned to the idea of satanic inspiration and support.
But it proved equally useless. Her patriotism
shone clear above every trivial element in her long
examination.
The last public hearing of her evidence
before all her judges was on the 3rd of March.
The result of the inquiry was then collected to form
the basis of a fresh interrogation in her prison, which
was conducted on the 10th by Jean de la Fontaine for
a whole week. At the end of it Jean Lemaitre
himself arrived by order of the Chief Inquisitor.
Nothing was added to the information already gathered,
and nothing shook the firmness of the girl’s
replies. For only explanation she repeated, “It
pleased God to do this by means of a simple maid, in
order to rebuff the enemies of the King.”
Throughout, her negligence of trifles, her insistence
upon the important points, her swift common sense,
were the more conspicuous, because her judges persisted
in reading their own meaning into all she answered
to their subtle questions. Did they ask her,
for instance, “Does God hate the English?”
she would reply, “I know nothing of the hatred
or the love of God for Englishmen, but this I know,
that they will soon be all thrust out of France, save
those of them who leave their bodies here.”
On the much-disputed question of her
masculine attire, she said she would wear woman’s
dress only when she heard Mass, and woman’s
clothing at her execution, if it came to that.
The judges were perfectly well aware of her proved
maidenhood, and of the real reason for her dress,
but they persisted without result in
trying to trap her into dangerous replies. She
was far too direct and simple to be caught, just because
she saw no “heresy” in an act of simple
prudence.
Her judges, strong and clever men
as most of them were, themselves were tired out by
the closeness and the duration of the trial. Yet
this young girl, fasting even from her prison-fare,
was resolute enough to keep her head, and reply steadily
through it all. But she refused to be troubled
with unnecessary or merely reiterated questions, and
claimed her right to feel as tired as were her judges
when she felt it necessary. She was in fact perfectly
natural and frank throughout, even when the open expression
of her thoughts was hardly politic for one in her
position. Without the help of counsel, or of
any to assist her, French or English, layman or ecclesiastic,
she was even deprived of the friendly countenance or
signs of anyone whose sympathy overcame for the moment
his very justifiable fear of her persecutors.
Even the consolations of her religion were denied
her. The only semblance of advice she got was
in the base and hypocritical attempts of a scoundrelly
canon of Rouen Cathedral to teach her certain answers
which might afterwards be used against her by her
accusers. It is a shameful thing to have to record
that the Earl of Warwick helped the Bishop of Beauvais
to complete this villainy, and took clerks with him
to listen at the door, but they refused to lend themselves
to such dishonourable methods.
Early in the week of Palm Sunday she
was formally summoned to the great hall of the castle
to hear the seventy articles of the Act of Accusation
against her. The web of calumny that had been
spun out of her replies then first must have been
apparent to her, and though silent for the most part,
she quickly contradicted some statements, and pointed
out the fallacy of others. Reproached for her
unwomanly behaviour, she replied at once, “As
for woman’s work, there are plenty of other
women who can do that”; and asserted that before
fighting at all, she had made every effort to obtain
her wishes peacefully. She even recited the short
prayer it was her custom to make when she needed the
counsel of her heavenly visitors.
After this the seventy articles were
reduced to twelve, which resumed the whole accusation,
and became the pivot of the prosecution. They
were never communicated at all to the prisoner.
They were based on her visions, her wearing of a man’s
dress, her attitude towards the Church, which meant,
in fact, her obedience to Poitiers and to the Archbishop
of Reims, instead of to Pierre Cauchon, his subordinate.
On Thursday the 6th of April Erard
Emengard held a meeting in the chapel of the Archbishop’s
Palace at Rouen to deliberate over the twelve articles.
You may still see the place where this went on.
As you enter the gateway of the Screen to the Portail
des Libraires from the Rue St. Romain, on
the left of the forecourt before the great carved
door, you will see an old building which in the August
of 1897 was being repaired and reconstructed to provide
a school for the children of the Cathedral choir.
This house forms itself the western side of a courtyard
into which a door has no doubt by this time (December
1898) been opened from the Rue St. Romain, between
the large turret that projects on the left of the
old screened entrance in the street and the next octagonal
turret with a sharply pointed roof that is built on
the wall of the Cathedral buildings. By whatever
entrance practicable, you must go into this courtyard
and see the private chapel of the Archbishop, the
old “Chapelle des Ordres”
which touches the north wall of the Cathedral choir.
Within this chapel the council was held, that by its
approval of the Twelve Articles of Accusation pronounced
the death-warrant of Jeanne d’Arc.
In the midst of all these machinations
the prisoner herself fell ill. Doctors were hurried
to her cell to save her for the vengeance of her judges,
and the “processes of law” were pushed
forward more hastily than ever. On the 2nd of
May she was once more confronted with the accusations
made against her, in a long speech by the Archdeacon.
She would add nothing to what had been already said.
“Even if I saw the flames before me I should
say what I have already told you, and do what I have
done;” and the clerk writes “Superba
Responsio” opposite the entry.
Determined to leave no means untried
to overcome this resistance, her judges summoned her
on Wednesday the 9th of May into the “Grosse
Tour du chateau de Rouen,” the donjon which
you can visit in the Rouen of to-day, by turning to
the left as you go northward up the Rue Bouvreuil. The room in which Jeanne stood to
answer her accusers has been carefully restored, but
it is obscured by the huge plaster cast of a statue
by Mercie. The vaulting is the original work
intact, and on the keystone is carved the oldest existing
shield of the arms of France, the six truncated Fleurs
de Lys of Philip Augustus, which are reproduced
more clearly on the huge and lofty cowl above the
chimney. Beneath the floor there is still the
old well that supplied the garrison, a little to the
left of the entrance, and rather further round is
the small spiral staircase leading to the upper rooms,
which are not so large.
She was brought here because there
was no room in her former prison for the instruments
of torture, and the executioners’ gear with which
her courage was finally to be tested. Pierre Cauchon
directed the proceedings, with Lemaitre and nine others,
of whom three were members of the Chapterhouse of
Rouen, and one was Massieu the clerk. Besides
these, the ushers and the guard of English soldiers
lined the walls. Here it is recorded how she
was threatened with torture “if she did not
avow the truth,” and shown the instruments and
the officials who were ready to administer it.
I will not attempt to translate the few words Jeanne
d’Arc ever uttered whose echoes we may still
imagine beneath the very roof that heard them.
There is hardly a single other place of which
the same thing can be said.
In answer to the first threatening
question the manuscript gives her reply as follows:
“Vraiement, se vous
me deviez faire detraire les membres
et faire partir l’ame hors du
corps, si ne vous diray-je
autre chose; et se aucune
chose vous en disoye-je, âpres
si diroye-je tousjours que vous
lé me auries fait dire par force.
“Item, dit que,
a la Sainte-Croix, oult lé confort de Saint
Gabriel: ‘Et croiez que ce fust
sainct Gabriel;’ et l’a sceu par les
voix que c’estoit Saint Gabriel.
“Item, dit qu’elle
(a) demande conseil a ses voix
s’elle se submectroit a l’Église,
pour ce que les gens d’eglise
la pressoient fort de se submectre a l’Église,
et ils lui ont dit que s’elle
veult que nostre Seigneur luy aide, qu’elle
s’actende a luy de tous ses fais.
“Item, dit qu’elle
scait bien que nostre Seigneur a este
toujours maistre de ses fais, et
que l’ennemy n’avait oncques eu
puissance sur ses faits.
“Item, dit qu’elle
a demande a ses voix s’elle sera
arse, et que les dictes voix luy ont
repondu que elle se actende a nostre
sire, et il luy aidera.
“Item, du signe
de la couronne qu’elle dit avoir
este baille a l’arcevesque de Reims,
interoguee s’elle s’en veult rapporter
a luy, respond; ’Faictes lé y venir,
et que je l’oe parler, et
puis je vous respondray; ne il
ne oseroit dire lé contraire de
ce que je vous en ay
dit.’”
In 1455 the “Procès de
rehabilitation” recorded the testimony of Mauger
Separmentier, the executioner, who saw her during this scene in the donjon,
whither he had been summoned, with his assistant, to administer the torture, if
necessary. She showed great prudence in her replies, he affirmed, so that
those who heard were astonished; and this deponent retired with his assistant
without touching her. It is evident that if she had given
them the least excuse, by any mistake in her replies,
her judges would not have allowed the executioner to
depart idle.
There are very few other places to
which I can point you as witnesses of her tragedy.
But, besides that chapel you have already visited,
there is in the same district, between the north side
of the Cathedral and the Rue de la Chaîne, a
whole labyrinth of twisting streets wherein lived
the ecclesiastics who plotted her death.
In the Rue St. Nicolas (which turns
eastward after the Cathedral Parvis from the Rue des
Carmes) there is a small open square just opposite
the opening of the Rue Croix de Fer; within the
walls of a house there are still preserved a few ruined
stones of the Church of St. Nicolas lé Paincteur,
at the end of a courtyard. If you go round into
the Place des Carmes, it is still possible
to trace (at Nos. 27 and 31) some old vaults
beneath the soil, by the ventilation holes just above
the pavement. Close to this Church of St. Nicolas
was the house of Jean Rube, Canon of Rouen, with whom
lodged Pierre Cauchon when he came to preside over
the trial. It was there that, with Nicolas Loyseleur
and others, those sinister discussions went on between
every public examination of the prisoner. And
in the house that rose above those vaults lived Loyseleur
himself. The present façade has been so altered
since 1818 that only in the interior courtyard (if
M. Laurent, Mayor of Rouen in 1897, and M. Sarrasin,
the historian of Jeanne d’Arc, are kind enough
to allow it) can you realise the age of the building.
The thick walls and deep-set windows leave no doubt
of the age of their construction. The vaults beneath
are still more extraordinary relics of antiquity, with
their massive round arches and double sets of substructures.
The house itself was most probably given to the Cathedral
in those days by the Duke of Bedford, who had already
done much in the same direction; and it was therefore
very appropriately allotted as a lodging to that one
of the canons who was helping the English most effectually
in their iniquitous task.
After the canons left the main block
of Cathedral-buildings to go into lodgings in this
quarter so near at hand, they still kept their oven,
their granary, and their common cellar in the Cour
d’Albane. This quiet little quadrangle
is one of the prettiest nooks of old Rouen, and I
am fortunate enough to be able to show in the drawing
on how well worth while it is to find the entrance
to it just north of the Tour St. Romain in the angle
of the Rue des Quatre Vents. It
was probably first built for cloisters and a cemetery,
and afterwards used merely as a “deambulatorium.”
But the bakery of the chapterhouse, which remained
here for so long, was always renowned for the purity
and goodness of its bread, and loaves from it were
often presented to distinguished visitors on occasions
when the civic authorities were obliged either to
rise to jewellery or to descend to nuts. The “Salle
Capitulaire,” now being restored from M.
Sauvageot’s designs, used also to open on the
cloister, and in it the canons transacted their temporal
and spiritual business, including their famous choice
for the Fierté St. Romain, and their trials of
ecclesiastical prisoners. Crimes of “outsiders”
committed within the Cathedral limits were tried by
a special tribunal in the Porter’s Lodge, and
he guarded the prisoners in the dungeon beneath the
Tour St. Romain. Another more interesting duty
of the same official was to care, during daytime, for
the dogs who were loosed in the Cathedral at night
to keep out sacrilegious robbers, a custom which lasted
down to 1760. But the Cour d’Albane
took its name from the founder of that school for choir-boys
with which it is most intimately associated now.
Pierre de Colmieu, the Archbishop from 1236 to 1245,
was also Cardinal d’Albano, and from him was
named the institution he endowed to educate three priests,
three deacons, and four subdeacons. Paid singers
were unknown at that time; the services were long
and pompous, and it took some time to learn them,
so these men, all over twenty-one, were chosen as much
for their ability to read and sing as for their good
conduct. They benefited again in 1401 by the
bequests of Jacques Cave, who is buried beneath the
Tour de Beurre. There were seven of these
singers in 1440, and it was one of Jeanne d’Arc’s
judges, Gilles Deschamps, who left money to provide
the little choir-boys with the red caps they wear to
this day to keep their little shaved heads from the
cold. In 1459 painters and sculptors were allowed
to exhibit some of their work in this beautiful courtyard,
“if it was decent”; and every year the
canons and the clerks lit in this open space the “Feu
de la St. Jean,” and even planted their pious
Maypole.
But the memories of this quarter are
not exhausted yet. Turn down into the Rue St.
Romain. From N to N are the old canons’
lodgings, where more of Jeanne’s judges lived,
and especially Canon Guillaume lé Desert,
who survived the trial longer than any of his companions.
Near N is the Rue des Chanoines.
Close by, at the “Ecu de France,”
lived Jehan Salvart, the architect who built the palace
for Henry V. near Mal s’y Frotte.
Within his house a workman saw, it is recorded, the
iron cage made by Etienne Castille, in which Jeanne
was chained by hands and feet and neck. At the
tavern called “Maison de Pierre" Manchon,
the clerk of the court, used to take his wine of an
afternoon. On the side next the Cathedral were
the ecclesiastical prisons, whose deepest dungeon
was beneath the Tour St. Romain. Just opposite
the screen of the Portail des Libraires
is N, a strange old house, carved with two bishops
on the beams of the first floor, and three more upon
the brackets above. The door may well be original,
and the whole house is as old as the fifteenth century.
On the other side again, and just in face of the opening
of the Rue Croix de Fer, is the “Maison
Jeanne d’Arc,” which has no right to that
name beyond the possibility of her having seen it.
For this strange remnant of Gothic woodwork that juts
out above the pavement is no doubt contemporaneous
with the trial that we are following out now.
In August 1897 the Municipal Council announced its
determination to pull it down. The Journal
de Rouen, which deserves well of every honest
lover of antiquity, at once published a letter from
M. Paul Dubosc, in which that zealous writer pointed
out the unnecessary vandalism of the proposal; Englishmen
in Rouen at the time were not afraid to add their
protests even in an alien tongue; when I left it last
year it had, at least, been standing long enough for
Miss James to draw it on the left hand
side of an illustration that gives a very good idea
of the Rouen of the fifteenth century. The little
Renaissance doorway in the distance, at the angle
of the Rue des Quatre Vents, is an
entrance to the Cour des Comptes, which at
the same date had just been freed from ruined encumbrances,
and its lovely courtyard opened to the Rue des
Carmes on the other side.
This same old house was a canon’s
residence, and the property of the Chapter of the
Cathedral before the Revolution. Some furniture-dealers
bought it at the general sale of ecclesiastical effects.
In 1893 it was sold to the State for 36,000 francs
by Mr Dumont, to whom the Civil Tribunal had awarded
it. The loss to the Rue St. Romain would be a
serious one, if the house were finally pulled down.
A fatal passion for “alignement”
has Haussmannised Rouen quite enough already, and to
strip the Cathedral bare of all appendages would be
to forget the main object of mediaeval architecture
in France. I have pointed out elsewhere that
it was owing to a more settled state of society that
the English Cathedral rose from the turf of a broad
quiet close, as at Salisbury. In France the houses
of the Cathedral towns crowded close round the walls
that were their temporal safety as well as their spiritual
salvation. The Parvis of Notre Dame is a creation
of modern Paris. Many a church in Provence still
shows by the machicolations and loopholes on its walls
and towers that it could have played the fortress
with a good grace whenever necessary. And it was
no doubt because a French cathedral rose above the
clustered houses round its base that its lines of
architecture spring so boldly to the sky, and that
its detailed carving within easy vision was so close
and excellent.
This old Rue St. Romain may have received
its name from the Hotel St. Romain mentioned in it
in 1466. In any case the name of the city’s
patron saint could hardly have been given to a more
characteristic thoroughfare. By 1423 it seems
to have been called the Rue Feronnerie, which is interesting,
because the workers in metal (whose trade is preserved
in their old quarter of the Rue Dinanderie) were
not natives of Rouen, but all came from Lorraine, and
especially from Urville, a town within a few leagues
of Domremy. So that Jean Moreau, a maker of copper
flagons in the Rue Écuyère, was especially chosen
by Pierre Cauchon to go to his native place and make
inquiries as to the truth of Jeanne d’Arc’s
statement about her birth and upbringing.
The next place in Rouen that actually
saw Jeanne herself was the open space round the rising
nave of St. Ouen, then called the Cemetery, where
we have already watched the farcical royalty of the
Revolte de la Harelle . In thus
tracing her footsteps, where we may still find them,
I shall be showing you what little is left of the Rouen
of the English occupation. Few of the towers
and spires that rise now above the roofs of Rouen
were standing then. “Rouvel” indeed
was in the Town-Belfry, but uttered never a sound
in his captivity. Of the Cathedral the Tour de
Beurre did not exist, the Tour St. Romain was
scarce two-thirds its present height, the western façade
was far simpler and smaller. St. Maclou was not
completed when Jeanne d’Arc died, nor the Palais
de Justice begun. Of St. Ouen only the eastern
end of the nave, the apse and the choir, with the far
older Tour aux Clercs beside them, were being
built; neither its central crown nor its rose windows
yet existed. The French architect chosen by the
English was at this time Alexander de Berneval, who
had carried on the work of Jean de Bayeux and his
son, the architects from 1378 to 1421. And you
may still see where Jacques Theroulde (for Antoine
Bohier) carried on the work which Berneval’s
son left unfinished in 1441.
From their scaffolding round the uncompleted
arches the architect and his apprentices must have
had a good view, on the Thursday after Pentecost in
1431, of those other scaffoldings erected in the Cemetery
below them, on one of which sat Pierre Cauchon with
the Cardinal of Winchester, while on the other stood
Jeanne d’Arc. The ceremony, called the
Abjuration, was a last attempt to frighten Jeanne into
confessing that her “Voices” had deceived
her, and her mission was untrue. It succeeded
only because of her physical weakness, and in forty-eight
hours her moral courage repudiated it entirely.
Proceedings began by a long sermon from Guillaume Erard,
a celebrated preacher. When he called the King
of France “heretic and schismatic” she
interrupted him at once to contradict. When he
commanded her own submission to the Church, she replied
that she was ready to answer to God and to the Pope
for all, and that for all she was herself alone responsible.
This was a confusing reply for her judges, when made
before the great concourse of people who had assembled
to witness this young girl’s examination.
They could only retort that the ecclesiastics there
present were the representatives both of God and of
the Pope, and that she must submit to them. They
then ordered her “to abjure” publicly
the various things of which she was accused. She
did not understand what was required of her. Erard
exclaimed that she must “abjure” or be
burnt at once. At last he began to read her sentence
of condemnation. Then, though she was conscious
of no evil, she at last said, “I submit myself
to the Church.” They hastened to read over
the twelve articles of accusation already given, and
the poor girl agreed to them, promising never to sin
again and to submit herself to the justice of the
Church. Massieu read to her a formula “of
some eight lines,” according to his testimony
afterwards.
There was some murmuring among the
crowd during this long ceremony; for while Jeanne
was alive the English soldiery dared attempt nothing
fresh; and they only saw in her refusals to “abjure”
an immediate reason for handing her over from the
ecclesiastical justice to the secular, whose ways
were swifter. But merely burning Jeanne would
not have been enough. She had to confess her
sins, to disavow her mission, to be received into
the bosom of the Church and pardoned, and then to
be discovered in fresh crime. One of the consequences
of her “abjuration” was that she was wearing
woman’s dress that very afternoon. Two
days afterwards (on Sunday) the ecclesiastics heard
that she had changed to masculine attire again.
They rushed to the castle to verify the “relapse”
they were so ardently expecting, but the English soldiers
drove them out again, being very tired by this time
of their unintelligible delays. On May 28th Pierre
Cauchon questioned her, and she said that if they
kept their word, to free her and let her hear mass,
she would keep hers and change her dress, but that
among men a man’s dress suited her best.
Asked if she had heard her “voices” again a
deliberate trap to secure the certainty of proved
“relapse” she replied, “God
has told me by Saint Catherine and Saint Margaret
of the pity and the betrayal that I have wrought in
making abjuration to save my life, and that I lost
my soul to save my life.” To this the clerk
added the fatal comment, “RESPONSIO MORTIFERA.”
Jeanne realised now what her “abjuration”
had really meant. The fear that had inspired
it had passed, and she boldly reaffirmed her mission
and her faith. It was all her judges needed.
“Farewell,” cried Pierre Cauchon to Warwick
and his English who waited in the castle-yard, “be
of good cheer, for it is done.”
By orders of the meeting of the 29th
of May, already mentioned as held in the Chapelle
des Ordres, Martin Ladvenu and Jean
Toutmouille came to her cell early in the morning
of the next day, and announced that she was to be
handed over to the Secular Justice and burnt.
“Helas!” she cried, with all the natural
terror of a woman, “me traite-t-on
si horriblement et cruellement,
qu’il faille que mon corps
net et entier, qui ne fût jamais
corrompu, soit aujourd’hui consume
et rendu en cendres!” She then
confessed to Ladvenu, and after some discussion the
sacred elements were brought to her, without any of
the usual ceremonial accompaniments, and she received
them with deep devotion.
The last scene in her life now drew
near. That you may understand it, you must realise
that the present Place du Vieux Marche has little
except its name in common with the Vieux Marche where
Jeanne was burnt. The map I have reproduced from
Jacques Lelieur’s plan of 1525 will show you
very much what it was like in the fifteenth century, and will prove not only that it was far
smaller in extent, but that many buildings round it
then have now disappeared without a trace of them
remaining. In this old map the “Rue Massacre”
must be understood as representing that part of the
Rue de la Grosse Horloge which extended
from the Porte Massacre to the Place du
Vieux Marche. When you stand in the Vieux Marche
now, if you imagine that the houses of the Rue Cauchoise
extended across the open square to the beginning of
the Rue de la Grosse Horloge, you may realise
how much less space there was in the fifteenth century.
In those days, too, it must be remembered that what
is now the Place Verdrel was called the Marche
Neuf, and that the old Marche aux Veaux has now
become quite wrongly the Place de la Pucelle.
How this mistake arose will soon be clear.
M. Charles de Beaurepaire’s
untiring researches have established from recorded
documents every house that stood round the Vieux Marche.
The map shows that the Church of St. Sauveur (now
vanished) stood near the Rue du Vieux Palais and the
Rue de la Pie, with its apse turned towards the Grosse
Horloge. Within its cemetery was erected
the scaffolding beyond the east end of the church
on which Jeanne’s judges stood at her execution.
Near it was another stage at the end of the Market-Hall,
and in sight of both was the place where she was burnt,
marked by the “Escharfaut,” recorded by
Lelieur, and known to have been in the same place
since 1233. It was well within the view not only
of the judges but of a crowd in the Vieux Marche and
the Rue Cauchoise, and its place is commemorated by
the tablet you can now read at the corner of the new
Market-Hall.
The mistake of the “Place de
la Pucelle” arose because a monumental fountain
was erected there for the first time, when Cardinal
Georges d’Amboise, who really started the waterworks
of Rouen on a proper basis, used the Fontaine St.
Filleul for the benefit of the Quartier Cauchoise.
The pipe was brought into the Marche aux Veaux because
the level of the ground permitted a better fall for
the water, and the town took advantage of the opportunity
to turn the new fountain into a memorial of Jeanne
d’Arc. The actual spot where she was burnt
was never marked at all, until the tablet of to-day
was set up; for although the “Procès de
Rehabilitation” decreed that the scene of her
execution should be consecrated with a cross, that
cross was placed on the point of the wall of the Cemetery
of St. Sauveur, which was nearest to her scaffold;
and this for the very good reason that the English
(if for no other motive) would not allow another “sanctuary”
(as all crosses were in the fifteenth century) to be
erected so near to the cemetery which was already
holy ground itself. It was this commemorative
cross which was replaced by the Fountain of St. Sauveur
just before the larger monumental fountain was erected
in the more convenient (though less appropriate) situation
of the Marche aux Veaux, now the Place de la Pucelle.
Over the hideous tragedy of the Vieux
Marche I have neither space nor inclination to linger.
At nine o’clock on the 30th of May 1431 she
left the chateau of Philip Augustus in woman’s
dress, wearing a mitre on which was written, “Hérétique,
Relapse, Apostate, Idolâtre,”
with Ladvenu and Massieu beside her, and seven or
eight hundred men-at-arms accompanying them.
She wept bitterly as she went, and the people wept
to see her sobbing in the cart. Even Loyseleur
was overcome by his remorse, and was bidden to leave
Rouen. In the Vieux Marche she had first to listen
to the sermon of Nicole Midi, who formally delivered
her to the Secular Justice. The Bishop of Beauvais
then pronounced her sentence of excommunication.
When Jeanne rose to implore the pardon of the people
and the prayers of the Church, insisting to the end
on the sincerity of her cause and of her King, there
was hardly even an English soldier who was not touched
with some compassion after the six hours of her suspense.
Massieu handed her a roughly-fashioned cross which
she placed in her bosom. She begged Isambard de
la Pierre to hold another before her eyes until the
end. The delay of the ecclesiastics had been
long, but the civil powers were short. “Do
your duty” was the only sentence she heard in
the short command to the executioner. Then
she wept again, crying, “Rouen, Rouen, mourrai-je
ici, serás-tu ma maison?
Ah Rouen, j’ai grand peur que tu
n’aies a souffrir de ma mort.”
The slow flames mounted from the scaffold which had
been built to burn her slowly, and with the last word,
“Jesus,” on her lips, she died.
Her ashes were cast into the Seine.
They were scarcely cold before the rumour of her saintliness,
and the miracles of her passing spread through Rouen
and through France. Soon afterwards Pierre Cauchon,
Bishop of Beauvais, died of apoplexy. Nicole Midi
was struck with leprosy within a few days of her death.
Loyseleur died suddenly at Bale. The corpse of
d’Estivet was found in a gutter outside the gates
of Rouen.
Not a single attempt was made to rescue
her in Rouen at the last, not a solitary effort had
been made before to save her by the French. Judged
by the Church, and appealing for fair hearing, Jeanne
was not supported in her trial by a single French
ecclesiastic. Not a single reference to her death
occurs on subsequent occasions, when the Court of
France had official opportunity to make it. An
age still so strongly imbued with the principles of
feudalism could not believe in that intense patriotism
and worship of nationality which was as foreign to
their instincts as was the doctrine of liberty of
conscience. This peasant-girl personified them
both. “Il y a es livres de nostre
Seigneur plus que es vostres,”
she had said in her first questioning at Chinon; and
laymen and ecclesiastics alike were unable to reconcile
her with any scheme of philosophy they knew. In
English writings there is no contemporary mention
of her except a line in William of Worcester.
Caxton’s English Chronicles only give the lie
that Shakespeare has preserved against her tainted
purity. Thomas Fuller classed her with the Witch
of Endor. It was not for twenty-four years that
the very town which saw her martyrdom was moved to
declare judicially her innocence. In the “Procès
de Rehabilitation,” begun on the first of June
1456, everyone who had known her came forward too
late to testify to her innocence. On
the seventh of July, in the presence of her brother
and her mother’s representative in the great
hall of the palace of the Archbishop of Rouen, it was
ordered that her memory should be publicly reinstated
both in the Cemetery of St. Ouen and in the Vieux
Marche.
The most astonishing thing in the
whole story is, not that the prophecies were fulfilled,
not what she did before her death, not even the memory
of how she died, but the woman herself, and that is
why I have reproduced as far as was possible, from
the text of Quicherat’s volumes, all that she
is known certainly to have said and done in Rouen,
as is recorded in the contemporary manuscripts which
he has reproduced from the minutes of her “Trials.”
The donjon of the castle, where she stood before her
judges, is for this reason the best memory of her
that could possibly have been preserved. No other
monument will ever be so appropriate, and in their
patriotic and successful efforts to preserve this
building, the citizens of modern Rouen have done much
to wipe out the shame of other days. It preserves
not merely the heroism of Jeanne. She had scarcely
left it when the brave Xaintrailles was imprisoned
within its walls, but he must have escaped or been
exchanged very soon, for at the end of December in
the same year he was fighting the English again at
Lagny. In February of the following year, 1432,
another famous name is connected with the donjon,
for in that month Ricarville with scarcely a hundred
men behind him was let in by Pierre Audeboeuf, and
killed every one of the English garrison except the
Earl of Arundel, who was governor, with his immediate
bodyguard.
This remnant barricaded themselves
in the Tour Carree, which Henry the Fifth had built
to the north-west of the old fort, after the siege
of Rouen. Ricarville hastily retired for help
to Marshal de Boussac, and during his absence his
companions, attacked by reinforcements of the English,
were obliged to take refuge in the donjon, where they
were hotly besieged by artillery which seriously damaged
the second storey of the tower. Forced to surrender
after three weeks of heroic resistance, the whole
hundred were beheaded in the Vieux Marche. For
fifty days this handful of men had held the entire
English garrison in check, and yet not a man had thought
of rescuing Jeanne d’Arc scarcely a year ago.
Jacques Lelieur’s map shows
that by 1525 a new roof had been put on the donjon,
in the shape of a platform with embrasures.
By 1591 Valdory, whose account of the siege by Henri
Quatre I shall mention later, records that it was
almost ruined. In 1610 its remnants were spared,
when the rest of the castle was demolished to make
a practice-ground for the arquebusiers of the
town. After passing into private hands, the tower
became the property of a convent in the eighteenth
century. In 1796 it was sold to another private
owner, who was warned to be careful of the well within
the walls that was supplied by the spring Gaalor.
By 1809 some nuns bought it again, and for long the
old donjon decorated incongruously a portion of the
garden in the Ursuline Convent. In 1842 M. Deville,
Inspecteur des Monuments Historiques,
drew public attention to its value, and was supported
by M. Barthelemy the municipal architect. The
publication of M. Quicherat’s five volumes of
the “Trials,” in 1849, renewed the interest
in all that had to do with Jeanne d’Arc.
After a long and most creditable agitation, a committee,
on which M. F. Bouquet served as secretary, was formed
under the presidency of the mayor, M. Verdrel.
The ground was bought from the Ursuline nuns, the trained
advice of M. Viollet lé Duc was solicited,
and by the active assistance of MM. Desmarest
and Durand the tower was finally restored as you may
see it now.
Though the filling up of the moat
makes it look shorter than it really is, a great deal
of the old masonry remains intact, and so carefully
has the restoring work been done that in the embrasures
and recesses on both first and second floors you may
still see the scratches and inscriptions of prisoners
or sentinels, much as they are preserved in our own
Tower of London. On Wednesday, the 18th of February
1874, the work of reconstruction was finished by the
placing of the iron vane with its great fleur-de-lys
upon the summit of the conical roof. It is the
fourth floor, just beneath this vane, that is the most
interesting of all the new work, as it presents a
complete and accurate picture of mediaeval defences,
showing both the wooden hoarding which projected beyond
the walls in order to give space to hurl down stones
and boiling lead, and the guard’s chemin-de-ronde
cut in the solid wall with its openings that communicate
with each side. Its walls conjure up a flood
of memories of the men and women who saw those solid
cliffs of masonry before they fell into ruin and restoration:
“Berthe au
grand pied, Bietris, Allys
Harembourges, qui
tint lé Mayne,
Et Jehanne la bonne
Lorraine
Qu’Anglois bruslerent
a Rouen:
Ou sont-ilz,
Vierge Souveraine?
Mais
où sont les neiges d’antan?”
On the 10th of November 1449 Charles
the Seventh of France was riding through his own good
town of Rouen; by his side were Jacques Coeur, René
d’Anjou, King of Sicily, and Pierre de Breze.
The English had surrendered Rouen, and all of them
were on their way home again who had not left their
bones in France.