Louis
stepped to where Villon stood in stricken anguish and whispered to
him:
"I am afraid you will hang to-morrow, Master Villon."
Villon threw back his head defiantly.
"I should be glad to greet the gallows now, but I have a deed to do
before I die."
As he spoke the great bell of the palace beat out the first stroke
of the hour of nine. It roused the wounded spirit in his soul. He
moved to where Katherine stood and spoke to her:
"I dreamed that love through which I have been born again could lift
me to your lips. The dream is over. But you bade me serve France,
and I ride and fight for you to-night."
While he spoke the Lords of Lau, of Eiviere and of Nantoillet in
panoply of war came from the palace with their immediate followers.
The garden began to fill with the picked men of the enterprise
hurrying on the summons of the warning bell to follow their leader
on his sortie. Villon's pages brought the armour of the Grand
Constable and began to buckle it upon him. While this was being
done, he turned and spoke to his brothers-in-arms:
"Comrades, let each man carry himself to-night as if the fate of
France depended upon his heart, his arm, his courage.
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