strange unmaiden-like words in a clear, steel-like whisper.
"Kill Thibaut d'Aussigny. You are a skillful swordsman, they say. You are little better than an outlaw. You say you love me more than life. Kill Thibaut d'Aussigny!"
Villon looked at her queerly. To save his life he could not keep his face from quivering. He was eating his heart and it tasted very bitter, and his own voice sounded far away to him, like a voice heard in a dream.
"So that you and Noel what's his name may live happily ever after?"
Katherine drew back from him, a little scorn in her eyes and on her lips.
"Are you less eager to serve me than you were?"
The question struck him in the breast like the stroke of a sword. He remembered his golden vows and his golden verses, and sickened at his shadow of disloyal doubt and anger.
"No, by Heaven, but I've been dozing and dreaming, and I've got to rub the sleep out of my eyes and the dream out of my heart. Tell me how to serve you."
She was reassured on the instant and neared him again confidently.
