It all started so well. Seeing a young woman at the head of an army was such a surprise to the English. Well entrenched in Burgundy (no doubt sampling the wine), they were defeated. Twice. The shame.
Next year, the Burgundians, a rather independent crowd and fed up with always having their vines trampled by opposing forces, captured Joan and sold her to the English.
This was one, they thought — the woman who had been wearing armor, waving a sword and shouting ‘Come and Get it!’ Then capturing back all those vineyards. She won’t stop shouting at us in French — obviously witchcraft. The quicker we burn her the better.
Now she is Patron of France, and the English have to import Burgundy and pay duty on it like all the other French wines.