Some of us will be dreaming our last dreams by
sunrise. I may be one of those heavy sleepers."
"Why, you may die if you ride on the king's business, but so may I
who sit at home and eat my heart."
"For whom?"
"I will tell you that to-morrow."
Villon touched her lightly on the wrist and pointed to the grey
tower on whose weather-beaten wall the quaint old dial showed
plainly in the bright moonlight, with its wise Latin inscription:
"Dum Spectas, Fugit Hora, Carpe Diem."
"There is no time like now time. That dial there is as wise as the
wisest." And he rapidly rendered the antique maxim into a running
rhyme:
"Observe how fast time hurries past,
Then use each hour while in your power;
For comes the sun but time flies on,
Proceeding ever, returning never."
Katherine tried to laugh.
"This was old wisdom when Noah sailed the seas," she said, and drew
a little apart from him. Villon followed her.
"Well, let to-morrow tell to-morrow's story. To-night I feel like a
happy child in a world of make-believe. To-night we are immortal,
you and I, wandering forever in this green garden under those
indifferent stars, breathing this rose-scented air, spelling the
secret of the world.
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