- Why were you shouting like that? - What are you doing here? You can't be here. Go away! - Why? Are you waiting for someone else? - Yes. - Who? - My visions. - Your visions? Are they going to visit you in here? - Yes. That's why I pray. - I would like to see them. Do you mind if I stay on this side? I won't bother you. - No! You can't. You can't stay, or they won't come. - Why not? - Because I must be alone. - Oh... They still might not come. - What do you mean they won't come? - Why would they come? - Because I have always been faithful to God, and I have always followed everything He has said and done everything He has asked me to do. - Did God ask you to do something? - Yes. Yes, many things. - So, God said, Jeanne, I need you? - No... but... He sent me signs. - Signs? What signs? - The wind... - Wind. - The clouds, resonating... - Resonating clouds. - The dance... The dance... - Dance. - The sword... The sword that lay in the field. That was a sign. - No, that was just a sword in the field. - No, that was a sign... - No, that was just a sword in the field. - It couldn't have gotten there by itself.

Why choose one? There are many ways in which a sword could have ended up on a battlefield. It seems like a very valid explanation. But what about this? There are still other possibilities. Or something quicker. And all of that without counting the inexplicable. But out of an infinite number of possibilities, you had to choose this one: You didn't see what it was, Jeanne. You only saw what you wanted to see.

It was a sword in a field.

It was a sword in a field.

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