Amazed to be thus summoned in their own names by so great a personage as the Grand Constable of France, the thieves crept forward timidly and, in obedience to Villon's commanding gestures, gathered about him as he turned to them, pressing his face near to their faces, and cried:
"Look at me closer—closer. Don't you know François Villon in spite of this new spirit shining in his eyes?"
René de Montigny gave a cry of recognition.
"I should never have known you. You are so strangely changed."
Guy Tabarie endorsed him.
"Still, 'tis his dear old countenance."
Katherine watching the scene in sick despair, turned piteously to the king.
"Sire, sire, is this true?"
Louis, who had been watching all with unmitigated satisfaction, answered fleeringly:
"Most true, pretty mistress. You disdained me for this."
With blazing eyes and trembling hands Katherine moved across the grass to where Villon stood.
"Pitiful traitor, why did you live this lie?"
Villon pleaded desperately:
"I loved you."
