Villon took no notice of her petulance but repeated his question:
"What are you doing here, Abbess?"
The girl's rage was as short as a summer's shower. She turned again to him, fondling him.
"Well, I cannot shut the door of my heart in your smooth face. René de Montigny has a great game afoot, and you are back in time to share in it."
"What game?" Villon asked.
Huguette answered:
"The fair fool Noel, advised by me, has persuaded the king to see an astrologer here to-night when the gardens are quiet. Noel believes that the astrologer will advise the king to fling his Grand Constable out of the window and call Messire Noel in at the door, but the comrades of the cockleshell really mean much more mischief. When once we get the king within reach of our fingers, we mean to snap him up and carry him out of Paris, willy nilly, and sell him to the Duke of Burgundy."
Villon caught his breath.
"A great game!" he cried. "But who is this astrologer?"
"Thibaut d'Aussigny," she answered, "who pretends to be dead, but who lives for this revenge."
Villon leaped to his feet. He remembered what Katherine thought she had seen.
