swathed leg or bandaged forehead of the lusty work he had done in the king's name upon the king's enemies. But the slings and swathes and bandages were of no common sort, but splendid bits of silk of many colours, bearing fantastic devices and rich in threads of gold and silver.
As Villon and his fantastic escort strode towards the presence, Noel interposed indignantly. He stretched a pair of protecting arms wide out to ward off from the king the approach of so singular a deputation, while he demanded angrily:
"In heaven's name, sir, who are these scarecrows who flaunt their tatters in the presence of the king?"
The king nursed his chin with an amused smile as Villon answered:
"The scarecrows are rogues who have fought like gentlefolk and these rags are the banners of the enemy."
Even as he spoke the rapscallions stripped the pieces of silk from arm and leg and forehead, shook them out into such semblance of their original shape as battle had left to them and flung them with a gesture of imperial pride on the ground at the foot of the dais.
"Well answered," said Louis regally, while two pursuivants pounced swiftly upon the bits of silk,
