pointed it to heaven while Villon's cry was repeated upon a hundred lips. As Toison d'Or turned and left the presence, Katherine came swiftly down the steps and flung herself at Villon's feet.
"My Lord," she said. "With my lips the women of France thank you for your words of flame."
Louis leaned forward, smiling sardonically.
"Mistress, what does this mean?" he questioned.
The girl rose to her feet, looking into Villon's face with eyes that mirrored the admiration shining in his eyes.
"It means, sire, that a man has come to court!"
