You set the teleporter to send you as close as possible to Joan without anyone seeing you materialise. Immediately you feel as though you've just gone into a deep sleep and woken up again. The surroundings have changed from a well-lit TARDIS to a twilight castle; burning torches illuminate the passage in which you stand. Knowing that you are now in dangerous territory you treat it as a war game, making sure that you are seen as little as possible.
Slipping through the passages of the castle you regularly check your GPS to determine that you are going in the right direction. Now and again you hear metal shoes clomping towards you, whereupon you duck into whatever alcoves are available and watch the guards walk by. At one point you hear two guards talking about Joan of Arc; your translator does well in decoding their Middle English.
"Why did the French appoint a girl to lead their army? And a peasent girl at that." One of the guards comments rhetorically.
"We had them backed into a corner," Replies the other, "They'd believe anything that gives them hope. If it wasn't for her this war would've been over by 1428 and England could have been a great power by the glory of God by now." The first soldier expressed anger and hate in his next comment.
"It is a good thing that she shall burn," He says, "It is unnatural for a simple peasent to see the saints telling her to fight against the might of the English army. If you ask me she's worse than a heretic, she's an agent of the Devil himself!" You hold yourself back. If you started fighting now you would expose your motives and the whole castle would be heading for you. Instead you decide to use a diplomatic trick.
You take out your text-type translator and get it to print off a parchment that would look as though it is an official order from a cardinal. Once that has been done you type in something you wish to say and memorise the Middle English translation before approaching the guards.
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