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"Stand aside," he repeated, and Montigny protesting was dragged back to his place with his fellows while Villon read the name of the next rogue on the list, which happened to be that of Guy Tabarie. By this time Villon's spirit had entered into a very complete appreciation of the humours of the situation.
At the moment the tavern door was thrust open violently and Guy Tabarie rushed into the room, his great moon face sweating, his eyes bulging, his fringe of crimson locks flaming out from the eggshell dome of his bald head, his mighty belly swaying with a passion of excitement. "Friends!" he shrieked, at the top of his voice, "there's a fight at Fat Margot's between two wenches.
At this point Huguette, who had been following the narrative with a feline ferocity, caught up a wine-jug and made to throw it at the poet's head, but was dexterously disarmed by Guy Tabarie before the vessel had time to quit her fingers. Sulkily she plumped herself down on her stool again, while Villon, quite unconscious of the averted peril, rambled on dreamily.
The melancholy music stirred the people to murmurs of surprise and protest. Guy Tabarie, flourishing his notched and bloody sword, thrust his round body forward. "What jest is this?" he asked. And Villon answered him: "Such a jest as I would rather weep over to-morrow than laugh at to-day. For the pitcher breaks at the well's mouth this very morning. Messire Noel, to you I surrender my sword.
"I wonder what that girl will say," mused Tabarie, "if our François comes back with the Duke of Burgundy in his pocket!" "I wonder what she will say," sneered Jehan le Loup, "if he trundles back feet foremost with a hole in his body and half a head." "Whatever happens is sure to vex her," said Casin Cholet. "Women are made that way." "Our poor minions will be lonely to-night," said Colin.
Slender René de Montigny, in a jerkin of rubbed and faded purple velvet, with his malign, Italianate face and his delicate Italianate grace; rotund Guy Tabarie, bluff, red and bald; Casin Cholet, tall and bird-like, with the figure of a stork and the features of a bird of prey; Jehan le Loup, who looked as vulpine as his nickname; these Robin Turgis eyed and catalogued with a kind of pride.
Even as he spoke Guy Tabarie puffed out the last candle left alight in the room, which was plunged instantly into almost total darkness. Even the faint moonlight that had come through the window was swiftly veiled by Huguette, who drew the crimson curtains close together.
The fear of God is not very strong in you." If Master Tabarie had been listening to the words of a wizard, he could not have been more astonished. "Saints and angels!" he cried aloud. "This Grand Constable is the devil himself! My lord, I was led astray; my lord, I was not alone " Villon had had enough entertainment from his fat companion.
Au levant du Thabor, et au pied de la montagne, on aperçoit Tabarie (Tibériade), au-del
Guy Tabarie cut a piteous figure as he tottered across the grass, rudely propelled by the violence of the soldier who escorted him tweaking him by the ear, and fell, a quaking mountain of flesh, at the feet of the man whom he believed to be the Grand Constable of France. With piteous gesticulations and trembling fingers, the red, gross man knelt and attempted to plead for mercy.
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