and trembling fingers, he repeated falteringly the mystic words.
"A star has fallen from heaven. My dream, my dream!"
Olivier plucked at his mantle, whispering with twitching lips:
"My liege, this story spreads like the plague in the city and every alley vomits mutiny."
Louis pushed him aside.
"Rub your pale cheeks," he said; "for all is well. Destiny has spoken."
Then leaning over and stretching his thin hand towards the crowd, he cried:
"People of Paris, that man shall have his life; this woman her lover. I have tried a man's heart and found it pure gold; a woman's soul and found it all angel. True man and true woman, to each other's arms!"
And Katherine and Villon obeyed the king.
