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Updated: June 14, 2025
"Il n'entre, ou gist, n'escler ni tourbillon." Above all, he was fevered with envy and anger at the freedom of others; and his heart flowed over into curses as he thought of Thibault d'Aussigny, walking the streets in God's sunlight, and blessing people with extended fingers. So much we find sharply lined in his own poems.
I do not think I am mad, neither, for I know in my heart that I am poor François Villon, penniless Master of Arts, and no will o' the wisp Grand Constable. Then I am dreaming, fast asleep in the chimney corner of the Fircone Tavern, having finished that flask I filched, and everything since then has been and is a dream. The coming of Katherine, a dream. My fight with Thibaut d'Aussigny, a dream.
"I wrote with my heart's blood," he protested, and even a green girl could not fail to read the truth in his voice. Now she came close to him, speaking very low but very distinctly. "Listen. I am one of the Queen's ladies; Thibaut d'Aussigny, the Grand Constable of France, loves me a little and my broad lands much. He wills that I should marry him.
"Pleased that the Burgundians threaten you outside the walls of Paris; pleased that Thibaut d'Aussigny bullies you inside the walls of Paris; pleased that your soldiers are mutinous; pleased that your citizens are sullen; by my faith, here are four royal reasons for a royal pleasure." Louis shook his head playfully at his servant's grumbling.
"I am Thibaut d'Aussigny," he gasped. "I am the Grand Constable." A little shiver of surprise and alarm ran round the room at the sound of that dreaded name. The captain of the watch kneeled in salutation. "Monseigneur," he said, "how did this happen?" Thibaut's senses were running away from him with his running blood, but malignity overcrowed weakness for a moment. He pointed at Villon.
I thought but now that the eyes of Thibaut d'Aussigny glared on me from under a pilgrim's hood." Villon frowned. "A villainous apparition. For the news is that he lies dead in the camp of Burgundy." Katherine gave a little shudder. "I always hated him; almost feared him. If he be dead, I hope he will not haunt me. Ah! I tingle to-night like a lute that is tuned too high."
Last night he wounded Thibaut d'Aussigny " Villon smiled a contented smile. "Thereby making room for me," he suggested. Katherine went on unheeding: "The penalty is death. But Thibaut was a traitor sold to Burgundy." "Did this Villon fight him for his treason?" "No. He fought for the sake of a woman. He risked his life with a light heart because a woman asked him." "How do you know all this?"
The six figures huddled together at the base of the image of Pan. One of them who seemed to be their leader, a man of giant form, spoke, and the voice was the voice of Thibaut d'Aussigny. "Are we all here?" he asked. The nearest pilgrim to him answered with the voice of René de Montigny. "Aye, and ready to gather the royal rose of this garden."
"I am a brave gentleman," he said, patting himself approvingly upon the breast. "I slew Thibaut d'Aussigny last night. The king has taken me back into favour. If I played the fool's part yesterday, I can play the wise man's part to-morrow. I was a bubble and a gull and a dunce, if you like, but I meant no harm to the king, and the king smiles on me. Cannot you do the like?"
Katherine drew a little nearer to the king. Her eyes were very eager, and there was eagerness in the tones of her voice. "Sire, I bear this man no malice for hurting Thibaut d'Aussigny." "You are clemency itself. It would never do to have a woman on the throne. But to hurt a great lord is to hurt the whole body politic. He shall swing for it." The girl frowned slightly.
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