Now, I suppose, good master Long-toes, that a person in my exalted rank has a good deal of power, influence, authority, and what not?"
"With the king's favour, you are the first man in the realm."
Villon gave a gasp of gratification. The dream was growing in glory.
"Quite so. And does my exalted position carry with it any agreeable perquisite in the way of pocket money?"
"If you will dip your finger in your pouch—" Olivier suggested, pointing a thin forefinger at Villon's jewelled belt.
Villon thrust his fingers into the pocket that hung from it and brought them out again loaded with great golden coins, bright and clear from the mint, that gleamed joyously in the sunlight. He gave a little cry of delight as he let them run in a shining stream from hollowed hand to hollowed hand, and contemplated their jingle and glitter with the delight of a new Midas. But the first thought that welled up in his heart to welcome this strange wealth was bravely unselfish.
"Gold counters, on my honour. Dear drops from the divine stream of Pactolus. Good sir, will you straightway despatch some one you can trust with
