Noel nodded decisively.
"As linnet to looking-glass. He is greedy of star-wisdom. Does your astrologer know his lesson?"
"He is parrot-perfect. When all is quiet, give an owl's cry thrice, and a friend will bring him. He will warn the king against his Grand Constable; he will praise Tristan, applaud Olivier, and commend Messire Noel le Jolys."
Noel chuckled.
"Then I shall be king of the castle, and you shall have a great gold chain and pearls as big as a virgin's tears."
Noel did not detect the scorn in Huguette's voice, as she answered with apparent amiability:
"You know the way to win a woman."
"I am no jingling rhyme-broker, I thank heaven!" Noel cried. "I pay my way."
He caught Huguette in his arms as he spoke and sought to kiss her, but she avoided him dexterously.
"I will kiss you when you win," she cried.
Noel would have pushed his suit further, but at that moment the great clock of the palace chimed the half-hour and struck upon his memory as well as upon his ear. He knew that the king expected him and he abandoned his love-making reluctantly.
"You are indeed a politician," he sighed. "I must wait on the king."
