“No, I was born in a village called Domrémy. I doubt Your Majesty will have heard of it. I have lived there most of my life.” Again, the head tilts, this time in the other direction. The eyes blink, counting over duchies, cities, rivers, towns, as the map of France turns and turns. “A little too close to my cousin Burgundy,” he says at last.
This is the moment when Charles VII suddenly becomes a character. It is evident that he not only can find the tiny village of Domremy on a map, he even knows where it is without one.
