Nantoillet spoke as a man who weighs his words:
"The scheme seems feasible, sire."
Villon glanced up from the table in humourous apology.
"You may think me a raw soldier," he said; "yet I have practised strategy all my days."
Du Lau answered him approvingly:
"My lord, you reason like a seasoned veteran."
Pleased with the praise Villon turned to the king.
"Sire, I have blown it abroad that your majesty feasts to-night. While the Duke of Burgundy believes us to be carousing, we shall make a sortie from St. Anthony's gate. Our horses' hooves will be muffled, no spur shall jingle, and no bridle clink. We will steal through the night like shadows. At the cross road some few of us will make an attack upon the enemy's left and beat a retreat. This will tempt him into our ambuscade and as I believe end in his rout. At nine, my lords. Farewell."
He raised his hand in dismissal; the three captains saluted the king and his minister and passed out of the presence. As they descended the winding stairs, du Lau said to his companions:
"I do not know your hearts, my lords, but I love this soldier of fortune."
Nantoillet answered cordially:
