had found her at her prayers, and who told her that the king desired her presence. She paused at the head of the steps in amazed survey of the crowded place and a scene that at first she could not understand.
"Who is this woman?" Louis asked, looking down at the poor old dame, who knelt before him and besought him. Olivier answered in his ear:
"The fellow's mother, sire."
A very little tenderness came into Louis' eyes, a very little tenderness trembled on his lips.
"Woman, we cannot hear you," he said. "By God's law you have given him life once and by my law you may not give him life again."
"Sire, I beseech you," Mother Villon entreated; but the king's pity was not to be purchased so.
"Take her away and use her gently," he said.
Noel le Jolys stooped to obey the king's command, but the old woman, rising to her feet, repulsed him fiercely.
"No! no!" she said. "I will not leave my son," and she flung her old body passionately upon the prisoner's neck and clasped with her lean arms his mailed shoulders.
Louis bade Montjoye proclaim for the last time, and once again the trumpets thundered and once
