"I am as stubborn as a mule and no pleadings will move me."
She looked over her shoulder with a shudder.
"Dearest, the candle flickers in the wind. There is a dagger in your girdle. Slay me and yourself."
"You mean it?" he gasped, and she answered firmly:
"By God's Mother and God's Son."
A sudden, wonderful thought flashed through Villon's mind. He had won love, he could not hope to win life, but at least he might so manage as to die a soldier's death and not a knave's. He whispered to her eagerly:
"Then we will spoil old Louis' pleasure yet. Lore, will you marry me here at the foot of the gallows?"
She answered him:
"With all my heart."
Instantly he turned and left her and strode towards the throne.
"King, I crave your patience, but your sentence must tarry and turn, for I claim to marry this lady."
Louis smiled derisively.
"It is too late. Sing your neck-rhyme and have done, for your noose is too large for a wedding ring."
Villon gave him back smile for smile.
"Sire," he said, "I am a Master of Arts of the
