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But I have been rarely drubbed and roundly basted, and my poor back and sides are most womanishly tender. I go abroad no more without Excalibur." He tapped his sword hilt as he spoke. Huguette glared fiercely up at him. "Will it teach you not to play the fool again?" asked, with a vicious snap of her white teeth. "It will teach me not to play the fool again," Villon answered sadly.
The old woman, misinterpreting the sex of her questioner from the dress that Huguette wore, began apologetically. "Asking your pardon, young gentleman," and for a moment her words were drowned in a shout of delighted laughter, as the listening rogues appreciated the blunder she had made. "Asking your pardon, young gentleman, I seek Master François Villon."
"Attend me within call," and as Noel obeyed him, he advanced to where Huguette was standing, with a smile of scornful indifference still on her fair face. Villon asked himself as he went: "Why, in God's name, does the world appear so 'different to-day? Is it the thing they call the better self, or merely this purple and fine linen?" What he said when he came to the girl was,
"I am no jingling rhyme-broker, I thank heaven!" Noel cried. "I pay my way." He caught Huguette in his arms as he spoke and sought to kiss her, but she avoided him dexterously. "I will kiss you when you win," she cried. Noel would have pushed his suit further, but at that moment the great clock of the palace chimed the half-hour and struck upon his memory as well as upon his ear.
It was Huguette who, after listening to Noel's complaints of the Grand Constable, had suggested to him, in apparent artlessness of heart, that he could play upon the king's superstitions through a new astrologer and had promised to find him a star-gazer who would say anything and everything that Messire Noel wished to have said.
"Sweet creature," he simpered, "I kiss your hand and inquire." He turned to his companions at the table and his eye rested mockingly on the bowed figure of Huguette. After Master Villon had told his tale Huguette had been glum enough, and her comrades finding her snappish wisely left her to herself.
Villon went on, unheeding her, whispering to himself: "If they cut Gaffer Louis' throat between them, the world were rid of a crooked-witted king, and I free to win Katherine, hold Paris, be the first man in France " "François, speak to me," Huguette pleaded, but she pleaded in vain. "One would say I were a fool to let such occasion slip through my ten commandments.
He moved away and left the pair together the mannish woman and the womanish man, looking at each other, the man in admiration and the woman in veiled disdain. "You are a comely girl," Noel affirmed roundly. Huguette laughed. "This is news from no-man's land." Noel spoke lower. "Where do you lodge?" Huguette was a woman of business in an instant.
"It didn't last long enough," Jehan yelled. "Things took a different turn when you came, Abbess," Montigny said, patting the girl on the back approvingly. Huguette shook her long hair out of her eyes and laughed as she turned down her rolled-up sleeves. "I did as François bade me and basted both the jades. Wine, landlord, wine! My arms ache."
He stooped close to her to catch her words. "This is a strange end, François. I always thought I should die in a bed. Here is another kind of battlefield. Give me drink." "Some water," Villon cried to Olivier, who stood a little apart from the pair with the resigned look of the physician who knows that his art is of no avail. Huguette protested faintly. "Not water. Wine.
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