"I lost my heart last night; I have not found it again."
Louis flung up his hands in contemptuous amusement.
"The fellow was a fool to blab so glibly. I would have carried the
jest farther. But he stood on the punctilio and would not win you
without confession."
The girl's heart swelled.
"I am glad he had so much honour," she said, and the shining figure
in the bright armour seemed more archangel-like than ever.
Louis looked at her intently, tickling his chin with his forefinger.
"If you wait in the church for his homecoming, you will see how the
jest ends," he said.
Katherine made the king a profound reverence and slowly entered the
church, every pulse of her body pleading in prayer for her lost
lover. She scarcely heeded an old, bowed woman who tottered out,
propped on a crutch stick, and who dropped the great lady a
respectful curtsey as she passed and went her ways into the silent
streets. So the two women in the world whom Villon loved met for the
firsf time.
Louis, left alone, beckoned to Tristan and Olivier, who hurried down
to him.
"There goes a brave lady, gossips, a fair lady, a chaste lady.
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