In
the shadow behind him stood his shadows--Tristan and Olivier.
Katherine, her attention swerved by Noel's glance, turned and swayed
a reverence to Louis as he slowly descended the steps. The king
surveyed them sardonically.
"Good morning, friends," he said. Then turning to Noel, he ordered,
"Take the top of your speed to St. Anthony's gate and bring hot news
of the battle."
Noel bowed and sped on his errand. Katherine requested:
"Have I your majesty's leave?"
Tristan and Olivier withdrew themselves discreetly apart, under the
shadow of the gallows, that building of all human buildings which
was most dear to their hearts and most sacred in their eyes.
Louis came very close to the pale girl and whispered:
"Are you so hungry for your devotions that you cannot waste some
worldly words on me? Are you still angry with me for the trick I
played on you?"
Katherine's pale face flushed a little as she answered:
"It is wasted spirit to be angry with a king."
Louis grinned.
"You are as pat with your answers as a clerk at matins. Could you
give me your heart now if I bent my knee?"
Katherine stifled a great sigh.
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