and lantern in the dark, a breast knot of ribbon flung from a gallery"
Katherine recoiled a little, with a horror in her eyes.
"What are you trying to tell me?" she asked.
Villon dropped on his knees with a groan.
"Here is the knot of ribbon which you flung to me in the Fircone Tavern. Oh, pity me! I am François Villon."
Katherine pressed her hands to her forehead.
"I can hear what you say, but it makes no mark on my brain."
Villon's words ran fast from him:
"I am François Villon and yet no longer he, for my old evil self is dead. I am François Villon who served you with his sword, who praised you with his pen, and who loves you with all his soul."
The girl's whole body shook with fear as she answered:
"It isn't true! It isn't true! I don't believe you."
Villon sprang to his feet.
"Whatever my fate is," he cried, "you shall know the truth."
Turning to where the released conspirators stood apart, he called to them peremptorily:
"Guy! Eene! All of you, come here!"
