AS Villon ended a great peal of music came from the church, the magnificent music of a Te Deum Laudamus; while from the soldiers who choked the archway, a glowing sea of steel, there rose one common cry of "God save the Grand Constable!"
Olivier leaned over and whispered to the king;
"They cheer him, sire."
Louis waved him impatiently aside, and leaning over the railing, spoke:
"My Lord Constable, and you, brave soldiers, the King of France thanks you for your gift. Victory was indeed assured you by the justice of our cause. My Lord of Montcorbier, you may promise these brave fellows that their sovereign will remember them."
Swiftly Villon turned and addressed the motley throng behind him:
"In the king's name, a gold coin to every man who fought and a cup of wine to every man, woman and child who wishes to drink the king's health."
The king smiled wryly.
"Ever generous," he said.
