See that she has Christian burial."
Noel bowed his head and followed in silence the girl's body. The
garden was left to Louis and Villon, Tristan and Olivier, and the
handful of captured rogues who stood apart, strongly guarded and
stripped of their pilgrims' garb, gazing amazed at Louis and his
double. Villon, silent too, looked after the little group that bore
away the dead girl's body. His mind was a warfare of wild memories.
Strange recollections of times and places with Huguette came
crowding up and beating piteously upon his brain. He thought of what
he had been, and groaned; of what he was now, and his soul cried out
as in prayer in the name of Katherine.
CHAPTER XII
A VIRGIN'S TEARS
The king's hand fell upon his shoulder and shattered his
meditations.
"Are you so dashed by the death of a wanton?" the king asked
mockingly.
Villon turned upon him in a noble rage.
"She had God's breath in her body, sire," he said. Then drawing his
hand across his forehead as if to dissipate the sad fancies that
oppressed him, he went on:
"I have been John-a-Nods for the moment, sire; now I am Jack-a-Deeds
again.
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