terrace was suddenly flooded with courtiers and ladies eager to hear what the enemy's envoy had to say and what answer the king would send back to him. Louis seated himself on the marble seat anigh the image of Pan and drew Villon down beside him.
"Listen well to this man's words, my Lord Constable," he whispered, and then turning to the gleaming figure of the herald, he demanded:
"Your message, sir?"
Toison d'Or advanced a few feet nearer to the monarch and spoke in a ringing voice.
"In the name of the Duke of Burgundy and of his allies and brothers-in-arms assembled in solemn leaguer outside the walls of Paris, I hereby summon you, Louis of France, to surrender this city unconditionally and to yield yourself in confidence to my master's mercy."
The king folded his hands over his knees and inclined his head a little, like an enquiring bird.
"And if we refuse, Sir Herald?"
The herald answered promptly:
"The worst disasters of war, fire and sword and famine, much blood to shed and much gold to pay and for yourself no hope of pardon."
"Great words," the king sneered.
The herald replied proudly:
