"As for these gentlemen," he said to Noel, "let them go where they will, but first give them food and drink and a pocketful of money."
The effect of his words was almost as paralyzing upon the rogues as it was upon Messire Noel. It pleased the one as much as it displeased the other.
Noel looked the contempt he did not venture to express. The men rushed forward, choking with gratitude.
"God save you, sir."
"Your Excellency is of a most excellent excellence."
"Long live the Grand Constable!"
"A most rare Constable."
Villon waved them away.
"Go your ways," he said, "and if you can, mend them."
Shouting and dancing for joy, the men took advantage of his permission and disappeared in their turn among the alleys of the rose garden, seeking and finding the wandering women and vanishing with them in due course into the labyrinths of Paris.
Villon turned to Noel.
"You may dismiss your soldiers," he said. "Attend me within call," and as Noel obeyed him, he
