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Tristan's shaggy eyebrows arched in surprise as the king continued: "Our good Olivier assures us that our dear Thibaut d'Aussigny has taken it into his head of late to walk the streets by night and to haunt strange taverns such as this same Fircone. I am plagued with a womanish curiosity, Tristan, and I thought I would peep over Messire Thibaut's shoulder and have an eye on his cards."
Does not Thibaut d'Aussigny woo you?" "He professes to love me, sire, and I profess to hate him." "He was sorely wounded last night in a tavern scuffle." The girl gave a little cry of disappointment. "Only wounded, sire?" The king laughed heartily. "Your solicitude is adorable. Be of cheer. He may recover. And we have clapped hands on his assassin. He shall pay the penalty."
"Il n'entre, ou gist, n'escler ni tourbillon." Above all, he was levered 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.
When once we get the king within reach of our fingers, we mean to snap him up and carry him out of Paris, willy nilly, and sell him to the Duke of Burgundy." Villon caught his breath. "A great game!" he cried. "But who is this astrologer?" "Thibaut d'Aussigny," she answered, "who pretends to be dead, but who lives for this revenge." Villon leaped to his feet.
"Because I was the woman. This man had seen me, thought he loved me, sent me verses " "How insolent!" "It was insolence and yet they were beautiful verses. I was in mortal fear of Thibaut d'Aussigny. I went to this Villon and begged him to kill my enemy. He backed his love tale with his sword and he lies in the shadow of death. It is not just that he should suffer for my sin."
"Noel le Jolys is a man many women might love, but I love no man; I only hate Thibaut d'Aussigny. Do you understand?" "I begin to understand," Villon answered, sadly. The girl came nearer to Villon. Her face was very pale in the dim light, and a fleeting image of the moon in clouds teased his fancy. Her lips were as red, he thought, as the ruby of a bishop's ring, and her eyes out-starred Venus.
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