Katherine, standing, leaned over the balustrade and flung a knot of ribbon to her champion, who caught it as it skimmed through the air, pressed it to his lips and thrust it into the bosom of his jerkin. In another moment Katherine had disappeared and Villon found himself roughly held in the strong grasp of two soldiers, while the captain of the watch surveyed the scene with some astonishment, and the rogues were overawed by the bills of the new-comers.
"What is this tumult?" the captain demanded. Villon answered him airily, smiling over the crossed pikes that penned him.
"A fair fight, good captain, conducted according to the honourable laws of sword and lantern."
The captain of the watch turned his attention to Thibaut, who, assisted by one of the soldiers, had raised himself upon one elbow and was glaring vindictively at Villon.
"Who is this man?" he asked.
A desire for revenge got the better of the wounded man's discretion.
"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.
