Chapter 457

CHARCOAL-BURNER'S WIFE comes out of the hut with a bowl. A Boy.

WIFE. It is our boy whom we expected back. [To JOHANNA. Drink, noble maiden! may God bless it to you!

CHARCOAL-BURNER (to his son). Art come, Anet? What news?

[The boy looks at JOHANNA, who is just raising the bowl to her lips; he recognizes her, steps forward, and snatches it from her.

BOY. Oh, mother! mother! Whom do you entertain? This is the witch Of Orleans!

CHARCOAL-BURNER (and his WIFE). God be gracious to our souls!

[They cross themselves and fly.