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ce? When you speak of Louis, you should always say, 'O King, live for ever!'" The drumming ceased, the gay laugh died out of Villon's eyes, and he sat ruefully silent. To hint at death to Louis, even remotely, was an unpardonable sin. "You are right," he said at last, and said it with a sigh. "All the same, the idea is a good one, and ideas are scarcer than poetry and always will be. I have heard your verses, my young friend. Here is Saxe. Saxe, have you brought that third bottle? To drink less than his average is a crime against a man's thirst." But Saxe was empty-handed. "Monsieur de Commines desires speech with Monsieur La Mothe in the Chateau garden." "Monsieur de Commines? Bah! Go and be birched," said Villon peevishly. The failure of his ballad had vexed him, and he was ready to vent his spleen on what lay nearest. "You deserve it for your milk-and-water love-me-a-little-to-morrow. Had it been the old Paris days the Madonna lily would have said 'Come!' to Francois Villon in less than a week." "Paris flowers do not grow in Amboise garden," answered La Mothe, and added "Thank God!" in his heart. Commines was standing at the entrance to an arch of roses which, pergola fashion, covered a sunny walk. On three sides rose the Chateau, grey and sullen, on the fourth was an enclosing wall. In shaded corners a few belated gillyflowers, straggling and overgrown, filled the air with perfume, but La Mothe's gaze was caught by a group of Madonna lilies, slim and graceful, rising from a bed of purple fleurs-de-lis, their ivory buds new opened, and the recollection of Villon's comparison thrilled his imagination with its aptness. Grace for grace, beauty for beauty, in fulfilment and promise, they were Ursula de Vesc herself. But almost with his first sentence Commines proved that Villon had shrewd forethought as well as a poet's eye for a fitting simile. "If it is not Mademoiselle de Vesc it is Francois Villon; if it is not philandering it is wine-bibbing," he said harshly. "Stephen, the King thinks you are wasting your time in Amboise and I think so too. What have you discovered in your ten days?" "All that there is to learn, Uncle." "I see. That Ursula de Vesc has a pretty face? Stephen, Stephen, you are not in Amboise to play the fool." La Mothe flushed and was about to answer angrily, but remembering that Commines spoke for the King rather than for himself he restrained his impa
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