University of Paris and as such have the right in extremis to any sacrament of the church. I have lived a confirmed bachelor, but now I have a mind to change my state. Find me a priest, King Louis."
Olivier stooped to the king.
"He speaks the truth, sire. He can claim this right"
Louis leaned forward interested.
"What do you hope to gain by this?"
Villon answered calmly:
"The right to die like a soldier by the sword, not like a rogue by the rope."
A murmur of approval stirred the silent crowd, but it died away as Katherine suddenly advanced and stood, a white figure like a fair lily, between the king and Villon.
"Nay, you gain more than this. I am the Lady Katherine de Vaucelles, kinswoman of the royal house, mistress of a hundred lands, Grand Seneschale of Gascony, Warden of the Marches of Poitou. In my own domains I exercise the High Justice and the Low. This man is of humble birth, and when I marry him he becomes my vassal. Over my vassals I hold the law of life and death."
Villon dropped on his knees beside his lady.
Louis clapped his thin hands together as a man might applaud a play.
