smile played over his lips as he tossed the parchment into the glowing ashes and watched it wither into nothingness. He turned to Montigny, who was watching him attentively.
"Can you command some safe rogues of your kidney who think better of Burgundian gold than of the fool on the throne?"
Montigny answered him behind his hand. "Aye. I know of half a dozen stout lads who would pilfer the king from his palace of the Louvre if they were paid well enough for the job," and he jerked his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of his carousing comrades. Thibaut nodded approval. He thrust some gold into Montigny's ready palm, whispered to him to meet him again to-morrow, and as Montigny rejoined his friends he turned to leave the tavern.
To his surprise he found himself confronted by Villon, who feigning intoxication barred his passage with an air of great hilarity. "You walk abroad late, honest soldier," he hiccoughed.
"That's my business," Thibaut answered, trying to pass, but Villon still delayed him.
"Don't be testy. Come and crack a bottle."
"I've had enough, and you've had more than enough," Thibaut growled. "Go to bed!"
