yet burnt to the socket! People of Paris, shall I not speak to my lover before I die?"
The place was a raving bedlam of noise and menace. The Scottish archers did not dare to make any attempt to recapture their escaped prisoner, but kept their line in front of the royal dais, while Villon stood by the side of Katherine with drawn sword, an archangel of insurrection, ready at any moment to fling the forces behind him upon his adversaries. Yet the king remained as unmoved as if he had been witnessing a puppet show. In his thin, even voice, he commanded:
"Speak to her while the candle burns, not a second longer."
With one accord, Villon's adherents drew back and Villon was left with Katherine alone in the open space.
Katherine whispered to him:
"François, will you not take life at my hands?"
Villon answered her tenderly:
"Dear child, if that crowned Judas there had taken you at your word, do you think I would have outlived you by the space of a second?"
She looked fixedly into his eyes.
"You are resolved?"
He smiled back at her.
