Chapter 3

Another victory. The English fear me now; they call me witch. My commanders, Dunois and Alencon, finally listen to my counsel. They think my strategies are my own, but it is the voices that guide my hand.

The sword feels lighter with every righteous blow.

I am God’s hammer, and I was born for this.

But a sliver of fear remains. It is easy to be a hammer. It is harder to remember you are also a vessel, and vessels can break.

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