learned a thing called honour, which I must not lose for the sake of my lady."
Huguette flung herself in front of him and stopped his restless walk.
"François! François!"
"Yes, child, yes."
"What does it matter to you what they do with the fool king?"
"Abbess, I must have a finger in this pie. Abbess, for the old sake's sake, will you keep me a secret?"
The girl looked up at him lovingly.
"I will always do your bidding."
"I have a mind to play my part in this enterprise. I am the king of the Cockleshells and I have returned to authority. Give me your pilgrim's gown, girl, and mind, not a word to the brotherhood. I want to take friend Thibaut by surprise."
As he spoke, he pulled off the pilgrim's gown, and Huguette stood before him in her familiar boy's dress of green.
"Hide among the roses until the sport begins," he cried.
The girl flung her arms about him.
"Dear François!" she cried, and then ran swiftly away from him and disappeared into the rose-scented night.
