prayer unshackles him and we will do no more than banish him from Paris. Forget that such a slave ever came near you."
The lady dropped him a magnificent curtsey, and her cheeks glowed with gratitude.
"I shall remember your clemency."
She made as if she would leave his presence, but his boldness waxed within him as a fire waxes with new wood, and he caught her lightly by the wrist.
"By Saint Venus, I envy this fellow that he should have won your thoughts. For I am in his case and I, too, would die to serve you!"
Surprise flamed in the girl's eyes, surprise and amusement mingled.
"My lord, you do not know me," she laughed, and her laughter was as fresh and merry as a milkmaid's in the meadows.
"Did he know you? Yet when he saw you he loved you and made bold to tell you so."
Her forehead wrinkled prettily in a little protesting frown.
"His words were of no more account than the wind in the eaves. But you and I are peers and the words we change have meanings."
Villon caught his breath. The Lord of Montcorbier was, indeed, wardered by very different stars
