I will
speak with you again ere you ride."
Villon turned to her.
"We ride at nine, remember," he said in a low voice; and then in a
louder tone, looking at Noel, he added mockingly, "Till then I shall
busy myself in writing my last will and testament, and bequeathing a
thousand nothings to a thousand nobodies to puzzle posterity. You
shall taste of my bounty, Messire Noel," and he began to improvise
derisively:
"To Messire Noel, named the neat
By those who love him, I bequeath
A helmless ship, a houseless street,
A wordless book, a swordless sheath,
An hourless clock, a leafless wreath,
A bed sans sheet, a board sans meat,
A bell sans tongue, a saw sans teeth,
To make his nothingness complete."
Noel shrugged his shoulders and turned his back. He was very irate,
but he was resolved to show nothing but indifference.
"Do you leave me nothing?" Katherine whispered, and Villon answered:
"Now and always the heart of my heart."
He turned on his heel and glided into the liquid darkness of the
rose alley, alone with exquisite thoughts.
Katherine turned to Noel haughtily.
"Well?" she said.
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