reims, sens, senlis, soissons, beauvais, canterbury, and chartres would soon show the influence of the new saint-denis. the medieval cathedral was the focus of popular pride and intense rivalry, for the prestige and importance of a town was determined largely by the size, height, and beauty of its cathedral. this rivalry pushed church spires to unprecedeed heights. the spire of chartres would extend beyond the top of a 30-story skyscraper. a 40-floor skyscraper would be needed to surpass the spire at strasbourg. the dimensions of the cathedral at amiens made it possible for the entire city, 10,000 people, to attend one ceremony. but it was in the height of the vaulting that the most intense competition reigned. when the vaulting of notre dame in paris achieved a height of 108 feet, chartres rose 121 feet above the ground. reims then surpass this with 125 feet. next, amiens rose 139eet. finally beauvais cathedral, which would have beaten them with a vault of 158 feet, went beyond the limits of safety and medieval engineering skill, and the walls of the choir collapsed. despite isolated

anybody dramatizes her life, they have to include it in the trial scene, she is asked by the bishop of beauvais if she is in a state of grace and her answer was so miraculous and simple. she said, "if i'm not, may god bring me to it. if i am, may god keep me in it." in the shaw play, there is the delicious scene with the dauphin when joan comes to court to find him to tell him that he must lead france against the english. he disguises himself and hides among the courtiers and joan finds him anyway. this is the scene. gentle little dauphin, i am sent to you to drive the english away from orleans and from france and to crown you king at the cathedral at reims where all true kings of france are crowned. i shall put courage into thee. it's no use, charlie. thou must face what god puts on thee. if thou fail to make thyself king, thou be a beggar: what else art fit for? thou art not yet king, lad: thou art but dauphin. be not led away by them around thee, dressing don't fill empty noodle. i know the people, the real people that make thy bread for thee and i tell thee, they count no man king of france