i am the masteexecutioner of rouen, a highly skilled mystery. i am come to tell your lordship that your orders have been obeyed. i crave your pardon, master executioner, and i will see that you lose nothing by having no relics to sell. i have your word, have i, that nothing remains, not a bone, not a nail, not a hair? her heart would not burn, but everything else that was left is at the bottom of the river. you've heard the last of her. hmph! the last of her, i wonder! [snoring] [murmuring] [knock on door] come in. [laughter] why this mirth, gentlemen? i congratulate you on having invented an extraordinarily comic dress. why, i do not understand. you are all in fancy dress. i am properly dressed. all dress is fancy dress, is it not, except our natural skins? pardon me, i'm here on serious business and cannot engage in frivolous discussion. i am sent to announce that, um... now, "joan of arc, formerly known as the maid, "having been the subject of an inquiry instituted by the bishop of orleans"-- oh, they remember me still at orleans. "by the bis