"Pray, friend, pray, to help your judgment!"
He had taken off his black velvet cap and ran his eye over the little row of metal saints which encircled it as if he were meditating to which particular patron he should recommend his Grand Constable to address himself. As he did so, Olivier le Dain came through the garden and moved swiftly to the king's side.
"Sire," he said, "the Burgundian herald, Toison d'Or, attends under a flag of truce with a message for your majesty."
Louis turned to his barber.
"We will receive him here, Olivier, in this green audience chamber. We need the free air when we hold speech with Burgundy."
As Olivier left the royal presence a little thing happened which meant much to four people. Katherine came on to the terrace with Noel le Jolys. She had a lute in her hand and she touched its chords lightly, seeking to make an air for words as she idled the time with her wooer. Louis saw her, though Villon did not, for he was huddled in a heap on the marble seat with his head in his hands trying to control his whirling thoughts. A new demon of mischief entered the king's heart.
"How," he thought, "if my lady Virtue, who
