"I am a man of the people and I know what the people need. A week ago the good people of Paris were disloyal enough. I repeal the tax on wine and to-day they clap their hands and cry 'God save King Louis' lustily. A week ago your soldiers were mutinous because they were ill fed, worse clothed, and never paid at all. I feed them full, clothe them warm, pay them well, and to-day your majesty has an army that would follow me to the devil if I whistled a marching tune."
"But in the meantime, your sands are running out. Is your heart failing? Is your pulse flagging?"
"Not a whit. I have been translated without discredit from the tavern to the palace, and if the worse comes to the worst, I may say with the dying Cæsar, 'Applaud me.'"
The king grinned sardonically.
"Will the worse come to the worst?" he piped, "How is your suit with the Lady Katherine?"
Villon's smile lingered still on his lips as he answered:
"Sire, no wise man boasts that he knows the heart of a woman, and yet, I hope for the best."
"But if you fail," the king persisted.
Villon's smile grew more philosophical. In his heart he felt fairly confident, but spoke cautiously.
