Villon smiled a contented smile.
"Thereby making room for me," he suggested.
Katherine went on unheeding:
"The penalty is death. But Thibaut was a traitor sold to Burgundy."
"Did this Villon fight him for his treason?"
"No. He fought for the sake of a woman. He risked his life with a light heart because a woman asked him."
"How do you know all this?"
"Because I was the woman. This man had seen me, thought he loved me, sent me verses"
"How insolent!"
"It was insolence—and yet they were beautiful verses. I was in mortal fear of Thibaut d'Aussigny. I went to this Villon and begged him to kill my enemy. He backed his love tale with his sword—and he lies in the shadow of death. It is not just that he should suffer for my sin."
Villon turned suddenly upon the beautiful suppliant. A thought had come into his brain so whimsical and so fantastic that it made him as dizzy for an instant as if the smooth grass beneath him had yawned into a sheer and evil precipice.
"Do you by any chance love this Villon?"
A little wave of disdain rippled over the girl's calm face.
