and who was eager to pay off the score of his cracked crown, rose to his feet, dragging Isabeau with him, and barred his passage.
"Kiss a young mouth for a change," he said, and thrust the girl against the poet. Villon brushed them both aside.
"Go to the devil," he said angrily, and passed them. Once again Jehan's hand sought his weapon and once again he was restrained.
"He is in one of his bad moods," said Isabeau. "Leave him to himself," and she drew her reluctant companion back to the table, while Villon seated himself in a corner of the settle, staring into the fire.
At the moment the tavern door was thrust open violently and Guy Tabarie rushed into the room, his great moon face sweating, his eyes bulging, his fringe of crimson locks flaming out from the eggshell dome of his bald head, his mighty belly swaying with a passion of excitement.
"Friends!" he shrieked, at the top of his voice, "there's a fight at Fat Margot's between two wenches. They are stripped to the waist and at it hammer and tongs. Come and see for the love of God!"
The whole band was afoot in an instant, clamantly agog. Guy Tabarie turned as he finished speaking
