We stamp our feet and clap our hands and yell and laugh and jump up and down. The witch will die. She climbs the scaffold, and turns to face us. I stop yelling. I stop clapping and stamping. I am turned to stone. She looks just like me. Joan of Arc left home when she was 15. At 16, she led the French army to victory. At 19 she was burned at the stake. Angel or witch? Saint or heretic? Who was Joan of Arc?