As Joan of Arc slept soundly, her spirit drifted in a daze, and she found herself unknowingly returned to her hometown of Domrémy, that familiar land.
With the breeze of her hometown brushing against her and the fragrance of earth filling her nose, memories of the past resurfaced in the girl's mind.
Her hometown, Domrémy, was one of the small isolated regions in northeastern France that remained loyal to the French royal family.
When she was born, her parents owned around fifty acres of land and ran a farm. Her father also held a minor position in the village, collecting taxes and leading the village watch.
Her parents' property and work appeared respectable, but she had three older brothers and an older sister above her.
With five children to support, her family was not actually well-off. She received no formal education, and once she was old enough, she began taking on farm work. Herding sheep was her main duty.
Though life was often exhausting and left her hungry, whenever she shared her dinner with those made even poorer by war, offered them her bed for a brief rest, and did whatever she could for them, the gratitude and sincerity on their faces became her greatest satisfaction.
Thus, those days were beautiful memories that filled her with joy and contentment, well worth savoring.
Joan of Arc's thoughts returned as she looked out over the boundless fields, golden as far as the eye could see.
The ripened wheat stood plump and golden. The slightly warm air swept through it, stirring waves of gold and carrying the scent of wheat grains.
Joan of Arc could not help staring in fascination. She unconsciously walked into the field, spread her arms, brushed past the wheat on either side, and felt the weight of the harvest.