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Huguette clasped her hands in gratitude. "The sweet saints be thanked!" she said; and there was that in her voice which made the simple words sound very sincere to Villon's ears. "What do you care for the fate of this fellow?" "As I am a fool, I believe I love him." "Heaven's mercy! Why?" "I cannot tell you, Messire.
Huguette looked closely into his face, at first Without any sign of recognition, then suddenly the knowledge came to her and she caught him in her arms with a cry of joy. "François, you dear devil, where have you been this thousand years? They said you were banished. How brave you are! Where did you steal so much splendour? Are you cutting purses? Are you plucking mantles?"
The king propounded a problem. "No doubt you could do better than the king if you wore the king's shoes?" Villon rolled about on his barrel in an ecstasy of entertainment. "If I could not do better than Louis Do-Nothing, Louis Dare-Nothing, having his occasions and advantages, may Huguette there never kiss me again." His boon companions laughed.
"I swear it," Huguette answered. "That is settled," said Villon. "Now, friends, make a ring and dowse the glim."
"You behold in me, friends," he sighed, "a victim of love," and his visage showed so lugubrious that it sorely tempted Louis to laugh, and hotly moved Huguette to anger, for she raged up to Villon, challenging the meaning of his speech. Villon gently cooled her impatience. "Hush, hush, my girl! There are many kinds of love, as you ought to know well enough.
"Hail, little brother." Huguette leaped to her feet and answered lightly: "Hail, little sister." "Why little sister?" Villon asked in some astonishment. The masked pilgrim answered him smartly: "If I am a brother of yours, you must need be a sister of mine. But you talk out of the litany." "What harm," Villon retorted, "if you give me responses?" Huguette shrugged her shoulders.
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.
As he spoke, he pulled off the pilgrim's gown, and Huguette stood before him in her familiar boy's dress of green. "Hide among the roses until the sport begins," he cried. The girl flung her arms about him. "Dear François!" she cried, and then ran swiftly away from him and disappeared into the rose-scented night. Villon looked after the girl as she ran.
Even as he spoke the main door was dashed open and the wild rout foamed into the room, bubbling with exhilaration, Huguette leaping like a bubble on the eddies of their enthusiasm. Louis and Tristan took advantage of the confusion to emerge from their hiding places and resume their seats at their table, "That was rare sport while it lasted," Colin shouted.
To his amazement he found himself looking on the fair, familiar face of Huguette, and in astonishment he cried her name. The girl, astounded at being recognized, came close to him. "Who are you? "she asked. For answer, Villon unmasked.
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