"Joan: Aye lad but you cannot fight stone walls with horses, you must have guns, and much bigger guns too.
Dunois: Aye lass, but a good heart and a stout ladder will get over the stoniest wall.
Joan: I will be first up the ladder when we reach the fort, Bastard. I dare you to follow me!"
Shaw's modernist tragi-comic version is not only satirical and witty but also exceptionally clever. It doesn't just "dig at the ribs" of the ecclesiastical and monarchical corruption that was so characteristic of the fifteenth century. In fact, it's common not only in Shaw's era but also in our own, as is captured in this extract from a ghost from hell:
"Aye put the blame on the priests, but I who am beyond praise and blame tell you that the world is saved neither by its priests or its soldiers, but by God and His Saints..."
Joan, in her own simple words, was "a soldier and nothing else." This is a timeless piece of historical drama, told with Shaw's razor-sharp pen. It continues to engage and fascinate readers, transporting them back to a time of great turmoil and heroism.